[Chuuya had passed out again while being carried. He's limp on Dazai's back, and just as limp when Dazai finds a place to put him down, flat on the ground and not moving. But he's still breathing, at least, still holding onto life. Chuuya has always been stubborn.
And after a few minutes of lying still, Chuuya comes to again, groaning, a pained expression at his face. His eyes find Dazai right away, focusing on him, because it doesn't really matter to him where they are. He can tell from how cold the ground is underneath him that they're outside.]
Yeah.
[He wishes he couldn't. He wishes he was unconscious again. No, that's a weak, thought, so he won't allow himself to have it. He frowns more, tries to move his fingers, then his arms, managing to lift the uninjured one to rest his hand on Dazai's elbow.]
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And after a few minutes of lying still, Chuuya comes to again, groaning, a pained expression at his face. His eyes find Dazai right away, focusing on him, because it doesn't really matter to him where they are. He can tell from how cold the ground is underneath him that they're outside.]
Yeah.
[He wishes he couldn't. He wishes he was unconscious again. No, that's a weak, thought, so he won't allow himself to have it. He frowns more, tries to move his fingers, then his arms, managing to lift the uninjured one to rest his hand on Dazai's elbow.]
Got out?