I'll buy you some actually decent shirts. How's that?
[As if Dazai hasn't stolen Chuuya's wallet on several occasions. If he wants money from Chuuya, he'll just take it, but Chuuya doesn't actually mind paying him back for this. Especially since he's ripping the shirt more as he pulls it aside, not bothering to get it off him properly. He just needs Dazai's chest exposed for this.
He's looking increasingly smug as he considers his canvas.]
Why would I ask for a fuck when you never give me what I want?
[Well. Dazai does fuck Chuuya regularly, but still.]
Don't move for this part. Hold your hands still, too.
[He drags the knife down to make a cut on Dazai's chest. The first line in the first kanji in his name, though he won't tell Dazai that's what he's doing, of course.]
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[As if Dazai hasn't stolen Chuuya's wallet on several occasions. If he wants money from Chuuya, he'll just take it, but Chuuya doesn't actually mind paying him back for this. Especially since he's ripping the shirt more as he pulls it aside, not bothering to get it off him properly. He just needs Dazai's chest exposed for this.
He's looking increasingly smug as he considers his canvas.]
Why would I ask for a fuck when you never give me what I want?
[Well. Dazai does fuck Chuuya regularly, but still.]
Don't move for this part. Hold your hands still, too.
[He drags the knife down to make a cut on Dazai's chest. The first line in the first kanji in his name, though he won't tell Dazai that's what he's doing, of course.]