when you're helpless, waiting to collide

[indensity]

[Chuuya has lost all track of time while he's been there. The drugs they've injected him with has him slipping in and out of consciousness, and it's making it difficult to think, made worse by the fact that every inch of his body seems to hurt. He only vaguely remembers the fight. He's pretty sure his coffee had been drugged when he bought it, that or his croissant, and then when he'd felt so dizzy only his ability could keep him standing, he'd been attacked out of nowhere by two ability users. One of them had some sort of lightning based ability, he's not sure about the other.

He's pretty sure he has a concussion.

He's been trying to gauge his injuries, figure out if he'll be able to move, trying to figure out a way to break himself free. He's chained up, but he should be able to break those if the drugs wear off. The door to this room looks solid, but he can break it. If not for the drugs.

At some point, someone comes into the room and injects him with another dose, and he loses all consciousness again. When he wakes up, he starts the thought process over. Where is he, can he fight, how will he get out. He's not the type to ever just wait to be rescued.]

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[diesuki]

[Dazai offers an angelic smile, because of course he does.]

I wouldn't dream of it.

[He'll just draw on Chuuya's ass instead. And maybe on his dick. Maybe everywhere but his face! It's fine, Chuuya clearly just allowed it.]

Lie down before you fall down, okay?

[His bed's not too far. After all, unlike Chuuya's, his apartment is not obscenely huge!]

[indensity]

You're a dick.

[He doesn't trust that smile in the slightest. But he's still going to lie down, because sometimes you just have to accept your fate, or your doom. Or maybe because for some reason, he still prefers life with Dazai in it to life without him, even if sometimes that bastard sure likes to test it.

He's going to try to drag Dazai down with him onto the futon, though.]

I don't fall.

[Didn't he fall earlier? Listen, that was forever ago and no longer counts.]

[diesuki]

That's what Icarus said.

[He sighs. Being dragged down was not the plan, but no matter how drunk Chuuya is, Dazai can't physically make him let go if Chuuya is determined to hold on. It will be easier to wait until Chuuya sleeps before slipping out of his grip.]

Well, you fly better than that guy, I suppose...

[indensity]

[Chuuya doesn't even hesitate to curl his body against Dazai's, one arm wrapped around him to hold on before managing somehow to get the blanket up to cover them both. Not that he really needs a blanket when Dazai is a really good source of warmth.]

Who?

[It sounds familiar. He'll probably remember in the morning, or he can look it up then. If he remembers.]

I'm not that guy. What he said doesn't matter.

[It won't be the sun burning Chuuya up.]

[diesuki]

[No, it will be his own hotheadedness instead. (Maybe not, but that's what Dazai is choosing to focus on, because it's something that should be at least a little more "fixable" than the alternative.) Not that Dazai hasn't given up all hope of making Chuuya see sense long ago.

Dazai sighs, but otherwise doesn't comment. The blanket is nice and soft anyway - unlike himself - and Chuuya is warm... Maybe it won't hurt to close his eyes for a while. He should pretend to sleep, anyway, until Chuuya falls asleep and Dazai can escape. Dazai definitely won't accidentally fall asleep, because when does he ever sleep in the first place?]

Yes, yes... [He rearranges his limbs to get more comfortable. If some of them wrap around Chuuya, that's clearly Chuuya's fault for the way he's clinging to Dazai, and it in no way reflects any feelings on Dazai's part.] Now be a good dog and get some rest.

[indensity]

[Chuuya relaxes more when Dazai settles in with him, when he feels Dazai's arms holding him as well. It's a rare indulgence that's always felt forbidden, but he's drunk enough now that he doesn't have to worry about that, at least. And with everything he said earlier, this is probably pretty minor in the end.

He can panic about all of it tomorrow, if he remembers.]

Remind me to punch you in the morning.

[He's not a dog?! But also, he's too comfortable to waste energy on getting angry. He knows he won't punch Dazai in the morning. It's just an excuse so Dazai doesn't think he got away with calling him a dog.

It will be too easy to fall asleep like this.]