[He really didn't. He didn't even decide to leave Yokohama until after they'd been driving for a bit, but... details.
He resists rolling his eyes when Dazai acts friendly with the waitstaff, but he does notice that he's not flirting nearly as much as he could be. He's... not sure how to take that, actually, but he knows it makes him feel weirdly warm, even though it probably doesn't mean anything at all. Maybe Dazai is just tired, or maybe he doesn't like their perfume.
More importantly: That cakes does look good. And conveniently, Chuuya's coffee came with a spoon for stirring in sugar. He grabs said spoon like a weapon, and then launches forward, trying to dig into that cake for the first bite. Just let him have a taste, it's only fair, Dazai owes him. Or something.]
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[He really didn't. He didn't even decide to leave Yokohama until after they'd been driving for a bit, but... details.
He resists rolling his eyes when Dazai acts friendly with the waitstaff, but he does notice that he's not flirting nearly as much as he could be. He's... not sure how to take that, actually, but he knows it makes him feel weirdly warm, even though it probably doesn't mean anything at all. Maybe Dazai is just tired, or maybe he doesn't like their perfume.
More importantly: That cakes does look good. And conveniently, Chuuya's coffee came with a spoon for stirring in sugar. He grabs said spoon like a weapon, and then launches forward, trying to dig into that cake for the first bite. Just let him have a taste, it's only fair, Dazai owes him. Or something.]