[Dazai knows jumping won't lead to anything, because it never does, but that doesn't mean he won't try. One of these days he'll get lucky--but today seems to be the opposite of that, a familiar presence approaching with no attempt to hide himself. Dazai doesn't bother moving. He also doesn't look directly at Chuuya; instead, he watches the lazy ripples on the water, and tries not to think about anything. Which is what he's been doing for the past five days.
He's spent most of it drunk, quite honestly. Angry at himself when that had failed to make him forget about the way Chuuya had looked when he'd grown increasingly pale, a mirror of an often-replayed event of the past. But it had worked out this time, because... because Dazai doesn't care about Chuuya. That's the reason he's alive, which means Dazai needs to continue to not care, or even to try harder.
Chuuya looks like shit, but honestly, Dazai's not one to talk. He hasn't slept much, either. There's an annoyed twitch to his face when Chuuya mentions the inevitable end of his plan--yes, that's definitely what's going to happen, but Chuuya can shut the hell up about it--until Dazai finally glances over at him.]
You really think I want something that had your blood on it?
[Dazai highly doubts Chuuya was able to get it cleaned. He's not going to mention that he suspects what Chuuya has done, or that it's an excuse to come find him.]
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He's spent most of it drunk, quite honestly. Angry at himself when that had failed to make him forget about the way Chuuya had looked when he'd grown increasingly pale, a mirror of an often-replayed event of the past. But it had worked out this time, because... because Dazai doesn't care about Chuuya. That's the reason he's alive, which means Dazai needs to continue to not care, or even to try harder.
Chuuya looks like shit, but honestly, Dazai's not one to talk. He hasn't slept much, either. There's an annoyed twitch to his face when Chuuya mentions the inevitable end of his plan--yes, that's definitely what's going to happen, but Chuuya can shut the hell up about it--until Dazai finally glances over at him.]
You really think I want something that had your blood on it?
[Dazai highly doubts Chuuya was able to get it cleaned. He's not going to mention that he suspects what Chuuya has done, or that it's an excuse to come find him.]
You look like shit.