[Welp... That is hardly an unexpected reaction - halfway what Dazai was hoping for, even - but now that it's happened, Dazai finds himself feeling oddly... guilty? No, that's definitely not the right word. But maybe he's a little worried, in spite of himself, that this has all gone too well, too easily. It would really be a pain to find out after the fact that he went too far with some bullying way, wayyy in the past.
He really wants to lie about it. The odds of Chuuya finding out at this point are microscopic at best, so Dazai would almost certainly get away with it. But he kind of still doesn't want to lie. What a messed up feeling!
He pouts, tilting his head to the side a little as he mopes. This is a bad idea. Being honest is always a bad idea. But here he goes all the same.]
I told you ages ago that you're my dog, right?
Where else would I put my name?
[The collar, clearly. Not that he could put it in plain view, but perhaps on the hidden side of a flap of leather, or simply on the inside, hidden from view completely.
It's still there, even though it started out as something far more petty than what it means today. It counts.]
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He really wants to lie about it. The odds of Chuuya finding out at this point are microscopic at best, so Dazai would almost certainly get away with it. But he kind of still doesn't want to lie. What a messed up feeling!
He pouts, tilting his head to the side a little as he mopes. This is a bad idea. Being honest is always a bad idea. But here he goes all the same.]
I told you ages ago that you're my dog, right?
Where else would I put my name?
[The collar, clearly. Not that he could put it in plain view, but perhaps on the hidden side of a flap of leather, or simply on the inside, hidden from view completely.
It's still there, even though it started out as something far more petty than what it means today. It counts.]