[Chuuya hadn't been sleeping very deeply. He wakes up when he hears someone at the door, and he knows, of course, that it's Dazai. Everyone else (except his housekeepers, if they show up to clean when he's not home) uses the doorbell and waits to be let inside, and it's rare even for that to happen. Chuuya isn't one for visitors.
So he knows who it is, but he doesn't really know how to react to the fact that he's here. He also doesn't know how to handle the intense relief that immediately fills him. He'd wanted to see Dazai. He hadn't wanted him to leave. Those vulnerable feelings from the night before are still right there, leaving him raw. Shit. He'd wanted to deal with that before Dazai had to see him like this.
He doesn't move or say anything as Dazai starts walking around the apartment, getting that glass of water. There's no instant soup, or really any food at all aside from some snacks and the canned crab he keeps for Dazai.]
What are you doing here?
[He at least turns his head to look at Dazai when he finally approaches, and then scoots over at the poking, without even bothering to swat his hand away. He wants to just lean into him.]
It's the middle of the day, isn't it?
[He's actually not sure, even though he didn't think he fell asleep for that long. He starts looking around for his phone, checking his pockets, but it doesn't seem to be on him.]
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So he knows who it is, but he doesn't really know how to react to the fact that he's here. He also doesn't know how to handle the intense relief that immediately fills him. He'd wanted to see Dazai. He hadn't wanted him to leave. Those vulnerable feelings from the night before are still right there, leaving him raw. Shit. He'd wanted to deal with that before Dazai had to see him like this.
He doesn't move or say anything as Dazai starts walking around the apartment, getting that glass of water. There's no instant soup, or really any food at all aside from some snacks and the canned crab he keeps for Dazai.]
What are you doing here?
[He at least turns his head to look at Dazai when he finally approaches, and then scoots over at the poking, without even bothering to swat his hand away. He wants to just lean into him.]
It's the middle of the day, isn't it?
[He's actually not sure, even though he didn't think he fell asleep for that long. He starts looking around for his phone, checking his pockets, but it doesn't seem to be on him.]