[Oh yes, they both know. This is simply just another of Chuuya’s little tantrums, though he seems a bit more composed about it than he usually does. Which perhaps should be a bit worrying, but-]
Ah- Your breath stinks. [Here he goes, poking and prodding at all the things that might annoy Chuuya, hoping one sticks.
And there comes the rope. They’ve done this before.]
Must you really be this rough? I haven’t stretched enough for you to be yanking me around like this.
[Dazai pulls at the ropes, experimental; he can get out of them, but it’ll take a moment, particularly with Chuuya right there.]
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Ah- Your breath stinks. [Here he goes, poking and prodding at all the things that might annoy Chuuya, hoping one sticks.
And there comes the rope. They’ve done this before.]
Must you really be this rough? I haven’t stretched enough for you to be yanking me around like this.
[Dazai pulls at the ropes, experimental; he can get out of them, but it’ll take a moment, particularly with Chuuya right there.]