[Chuuya let's out an annoyed groan, filled with anger at the situation, and especially at Dazai, even though none of this is Dazai's fault and Chuuya is actually pleased he's here. None of that is relevant, though, when Dazai is such a convenient target. And he doesn't want to move and Dazai is making him.
(To give him water that Chuuya requested, but still.)
He does get up, though, after a second. Trying hurts more than he'd thought it would, so he cheats by using his ability a little, making Chuuya's weight on the mattress shift. Once he's seated, he leans back against the headboard, squinting at Dazai because he can no longer avoid the light.]
I hate you.
[Translation: Thank you. Because actually saying thank you would be a sin between them, or something. And there's no actual venom in the words, so Dazai should know. He takes the glass gratefully, managing a small sip.]
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(To give him water that Chuuya requested, but still.)
He does get up, though, after a second. Trying hurts more than he'd thought it would, so he cheats by using his ability a little, making Chuuya's weight on the mattress shift. Once he's seated, he leans back against the headboard, squinting at Dazai because he can no longer avoid the light.]
I hate you.
[Translation: Thank you. Because actually saying thank you would be a sin between them, or something. And there's no actual venom in the words, so Dazai should know. He takes the glass gratefully, managing a small sip.]
How long has it been?