[He really can't blame Dazai. He still wants to, just because it's Dazai, because somehow he always overhears the things Chuuya doesn't want him to, or finds out some other way. Maybe Chuuya was careless, but Dazai always seems to know when he should pretend to sleep and when he shouldn't. Except that thinking about it like that really doesn't make Chuuya less embarrassed.
He eats another bite.]
And now you're jumping to conclusions.
[Another bite. The worst part is that it's not even a bad thing. Chuuya just has no idea how to talk about feelings, and isn't sure too many feelings won't come out all at once, like opening the lid of a pressurized container.]
Why can't you just be asleep when you look like you're sleeping?
Why can't you be better at seeing when someone is asleep and when they are faking it?
[... Dazai wasn't even deliberately faking it, but he's still going to throw that possibility out there, because???? Well, it makes about as much sense as anything, probably. Chuuya is already determined to make this deliberate on his part; may as well poke at Chuuya in return and see if he accidentally says something honest again.
And maybe there's also some small amount of self-sabotage involved, but that's clearly a mere side effect.]
If you don't want me to jump to conclusions, all you have to do is say what you meant to say?
[Chuuya shoots Dazai a look that's definitely not him sulking. It's a glare. Obviously. Even though he's not actually angry at all, just flustered and trying to regain his composure and train of thought.
Are there even words to explain what he meant? There's definitely no words for that strange warmth he feels, knowing Dazai came back, stayed, wanted to know exactly what Chuuya needs and is going out of his way when he never had to. There's no words to describe how that heat builds like a pressure in his chest, more than he can contain, like it might twist him inside out, like the opposite of gravity. And it's not even painful at all. It's good. He needs it. It feels selfish and all his.
It's too much even if he could explain it. But Dazai makes him feel a lot of different things, and there's a different one that was filling him earlier as well.]
You can't tell me I shouldn't feel that way.
[Another look, this one a slight warning. But he's not going to look at Dazai as he says it, so he goes back to his food, finishes another bite, cheeks red.]
[It's a silly warning, Dazai thinks, because he can say what he wants, but feelings are feelings: they're illogical by definition, and there's not much in the way of "could" or "should" about them. (Well... Dazai thinks that, but it's not like he wouldn't break that particular rule himself. So maybe Chuuya has a point with his warning.)
Dazai is still not prepared for Chuuya's reply, somehow. "Safe" is the very opposite of at least 99% of what Dazai does - and that is 100% deliberate. Dazai has rarely if ever been good or even nice to anyone around him for any length of time, and that's fine; that's saving him a lot of energy every single day, and clearly costing him nothing when other ways of getting people to do things tend to be more effective. So how, on God's green earth (or in the devil's deepest pits, as the case may be), could anyone - even someone as frequently illogical as Chuuya - see him as -]
... Safe..?
[He's really not mocking, for once. He's just trying to make sense of this, and frankly having an unusually hard time doing so.]
[Chuuya hesitates. He'd known Dazai would be confused by it (and honestly, should probably be smug that Dazai can't even pretend not to be confused by it yet), but that doesn't mean he knows how to explain it better. So he'll pretend he's giving Dazai a moment to think it over.
He's nearly finished his food, so he won't be able to use it as an excuse for much longer.]
I don't mean safe from attacks, or anything like that. It's not like I'm expecting you to always predict any danger. [a shrug.] It can happen at any time, but it's not something I worry about anyway.
[Why would he? He can defend himself. It's his job to shield other people in those situations, not the other way around.]
And a lot of your plans depend on me not being scared of a little risk. That won't change. Something might go wrong, but that's the kinda life I chose.
[Dazai nearly drowned him, after all. Something could have gone wrong at any point during that plan. And they might have to do something similar or worse in the future. He doesn't mind that. But he's also only explaining what he didn't meant, instead of what he meant, and he's pretty sure that's not really helping at all.]
Anyway. I guess I just meant safe like... now. When those things don't matter.
[Confused, Dazai may be, but not about everything Chuuya doesn't mean by him making Chuuya feel safe. Dazai knew that things like "safety from danger" were never in his not-actual-job description, and he certainly knew that Chuuya understood that as well as anyone - and probably better. Chuuya is pretty hardy, after all: Dazai is wont to use him for that exact reason (and a few others besides, but who's counting?).
It's still confusing what Chuuya does mean, though. It hardly makes sense, but obviously it's the truth as Chuuya experiences it, and so Dazai tries to understand. He does understand, just a little: he understands the lack of pressure and duties, and how that would allow someone with an overactive sense of responsibility like Chuuya's to relax a little. Why it's specifically Dazai making Chuuya feel that way, though... that remains a bit of a mystery.
But maybe that's not so bad, Dazai decides. As long as Chuuya has chosen him - as illogical as that seems - it's really just fine.]
... I see.
[It's all he says in the end, the words not without a certain warmth. Maybe it's partly a lie, but only partly. He sorta-kinda-almost gets it.
So he's clearly not confused, the way Chuuya said he would be! Clearly Dazai has won!!]
[Chuuya would have explained more. Or at least he would have tried to, which doesn't mean he would have been remotely successful. But still, since he did end up making that confession - even if it had been an accident, and he hadn't thought Dazai would hear him - he wouldn't have backed down now.
And he's not really convinced that Dazai does understand. But then, maybe he understands enough. Talking about it these things can be exhausting, and Chuuya still doesn't feel up to his usual levels of energy. So he finishes his food, sets the takeout box on the table, and leans back against Dazai's side. He's quiet for a moment.]
It's been like that almost since the beginning.
[It's also been a lot more complicated than just that, for several reasons. For a while it was almost too complicated. But that doesn't make it less true, really. Painful, sure, but still true. Chuuya tilts his head to look up at Dazai finally.]
You're still a dick, though.
[Because listen, neither of them can handle things getting too serious for too long.]
[Almost since the beginning, huh... Dazai can't deny he's felt something about Chuuya almost since the beginning, himself, but he's never tried to define it. He's never wanted to bother to define it, but also, he's just never seen the point. Analyzing things may be useful in some cases, but not when it comes to himself, surely? And definitely not when it comes to feelings. When has that ever changed anything, when feelings don't change the facts? Besides, if feelings are a tool he can use in others, why would he admit to having any noteworthy feelings of his own, even to himself?
And here he is, clearly without any undue feelings, so it's fine. He's just comfortable like this, shifting a little to more comfortably let Chuuya lean against him, putting an arm around Chuuya without even thinking about it. Feelings or not... this is really nice. It just seems... uncomplicated? They know each other. They match each other.
And they both think the other is a dick, clearly.]
You're the one in love with this dick, Chuuya!
[Does he mean himself? Does he mean his actual dick?! Clearly he means both! But not specifying makes it a lot less awkward to talk about, doesn't it?]
[Chuuya turns instantly red at that statement. He doesn't remember saying anything about love! It's not like he hasn't thought it, wondered if that's what it is, but somehow it feels weirdly... presumptuous to apply that word to his own feelings. Like he's trying to claim something he has no right to. It would be both naive and selfish.
He'd be the first person to admit he doesn't know the first thing about love. He never belonged to that world.
And yet Dazai is --
-- Talking about his actual dick, he realizes, belatedly.]
[Chuuya doesn't have to say the L word, either! His reaction says more than enough - and while that should really be freaking Dazai out if anything, he's rather enjoying it. Something about the circumstances, or the fact that it's been just the two of them here for a while, simply allows that. Maybe Dazai is feeling somewhat safe, himself!
But there's no point in thinking about that, clearly.]
Oh? Then how are you still pretending to have refined, expensive taste?
[It's gonna take Chuuya a while to recover from Dazai's use of that word. He still feels too flustered, pulse beating a little too fast, reminded that he's never found a better word to describe his feelings either. But he has to let that go for now.]
Considering all the money I've spent replacing my car or letting you use my credit card, you're definitely expensive.
[Refined? Probably not. Though he's never found anyone better, or even anyone who compares.]
Obviously it's just an exception. I still have better taste than you.
[Putting it that way, Dazai is indeed expensive! He graciously concurs. And silently applauds Chuuya for this rare case of solid reasoning, but he chooses not to be too emphatic about that part, also because there is still some minor arguing to be done.]
Name one person.
[This wasn't intended as a trick question, but the moment it leaves Dazai's lips, it kind of is.]
One person you've been interested in that shows better taste.
[Chuuya would really like to shut Dazai up somehow. There's no answer to that question, and Dazai knows it, because Chuuya would struggle to point out any other person he's been interested in, let alone someone who shows better taste. It's always been one night stands, he's too busy for anything else!
He could probably name someone else he's slept with, if he thought about it. But then Dazai would make him admit that they don't matter.]
Outside of sex, I have better taste. [Which is a much safer argument to have. But then he can't resist trying to call out Dazai a bit as well:] How many people have you bothered to sleep with more than a few times?
[It's not Dazai's fault that he's always right??? Maybe Chuuya should have considered that before trying to lie to Dazai.
Unfortunately Chuuya knows how to put Dazai back in his place, even if Dazai is entirely right - quite rude of the chibi! - so Dazai considers his options for only about a second, then gives a dismissive wave of his hand. Better for both of them if they drop this topic, really.]
Agree to disagree.
[... That is definitely a valid argument in this case. Mostly because it only responds to Chuuya's side of things, and ignores the question asked of Dazai altogether.]
[Dazai doesn't have to say it. Just like Chuuya's reaction said enough, Dazai's lack of a reply tells Chuuya exactly what he wanted to hear. And he's not sure how to react to that, either. Dazai gets bored easily, and hasn't had any long term sexual partners besides him - Chuuya already knew all of that. But he hasn't actually stopped to think about that fact before.
He'd never wanted to think about why it's the same for himself, either. He's always blamed it on being too busy, which is partially true, so it worked as an easy excuse.
Maybe he shouldn't think about it too deeply now, either. He doesn't want to fuck it up somehow.]
I have better taste in clothes.
[A safer topic. He's feeling too much again, all of it warm.]
[Nevermind how Dazai was using the same type of argument before, because clearly that was Different. Mostly because Dazai said it and Dazai is always right by default.
Well, Dazai isn't only here to be right, though.]
... Anyway, if that's your argument, shouldn't you at least take a shower?
[Not that there's anything wrong with the way Chuuya looks, and Dazai isn't going to make him dress up all fancy - probably! - but a little self-care wouldn't go amiss. Maybe Chuuya doesn't even technically have to do it himself, either.]
So how could I dress better? And don't say anything about the hat.
[As if Dazai wasn't the one who stole the hat back from Verlaine for him.
But Chuuya isn't really too invested in that argument. Dazai has good taste when he bothers to put the effort in, but Chuuya isn't about to admit that. He glances up at the mention of a shower, then down at himself, like he's trying to decide how much he needs one. He's pretty sure he doesn't smell, at least.]
Then you'll have to take one, too, or you automatically lose the argument, right?
[A warm shower does sound nice, and it would probably help, but he wants to keep being selfish and stay close. He knows he can't keep that up for too long, but still.]
[Dazai has already opened his mouth to mention the hat when Chuuya rudely blocks that excellent argument before he can even start it. Oh well, Dazai will just shut his mouth and sulk a bit instead. He truly isn't that invested, either.]
It wasn't an argument about personal hygiene, though?
[If it was, Dazai would probably lose, let's face it. But he still doesn't see how him showering is necessary.
That doesn't mean he won't, though. He'd kind of figured it would come to this. With a sigh, he gets up, stretching a bit as he does. He feels kind of rested, which is weird..? But then, he just managed to embarrass Chuuya, and that's always rejuvenating.]
But... I guess, since it's a part of proper pet ownership, it can't be helped.
[Chuuya's knee-jerk reaction is still to object to being called Dazai's pet. And he should. He should be loud about it. Except that he knows he won't get anywhere with it, not anymore, and it seems more important to trap Dazai in the shower with him first. He can't help the way his expression gives him away, though.
He gets up to follow Dazai towards the bathroom.]
I'll start objecting to that again soon, you know.
[Even if he doesn't actually hate it. Especially when Dazai is paying so much attention to him, making sure Chuuya recovers from his kink hangover. Giving him something he didn't even realize he needed.]
But since this is technically a continuation of last night. The aftermath or something.
[Of course Dazai knows that he won't be able to get away with the pet talk forever, just like he knows he was pushing it a bit already. But hey, it worked! And he did need an excuse to join Chuuya. Since it seems he's successfully distracted Chuuya from that, at least, he's going to call this a win, only smiling a bit at Chuuya's preemptive future objections.]
Mhm, just a continuation. So let's continue.
[... He probably sounds a bit too happy about that. But at least he's not trying to be a dick about it?
In the bathroom, he'll help Chuuya undress first, if Chuuya will allow it. Not that Chuuya can't do it himself, but they're doing the pet thing - more or less, sorta kinda, halfway still - so it only makes sense. Only after that will Dazai bother undressing, himself.
[Of course Chuuya will let Dazai help, because that means Dazai will be touching him. He'll even tilt his head back, let Dazai take off his collar for him, since unfortunately he can't wear that in the shower. He hates the feeling of not having anything around his neck. But Dazai can put it back on for him after, as well.
It's clear his objections about being treated as a pet were still not too serious, with his quickly he let that go. For today, at least, the attention Dazai is giving him because of it feels too good to resist.
No, there's more important things to object to.]
Wet bandages are disgusting, Dazai.
[And he's more than happy to help Dazai take those off if he needs it.]
[Ugh... Dazai really should have gotten a dog that doesn't bark. His bandages are just fine, wet or otherwise! He would love to tell Chuuya to mind his own business.
But Chuuya has been very accommodating. Dazai supposes he can make some sacrifices in return. Even though he'll sulk about it.]
Go on, then.
[He spreads his arms to give Chuuya better access, because if Chuuya wants the bandages off, the very least he can do is take them off, himself. Dazai is already being nice, allowing it in the first place!]
[Chuuya looks surprised at first - and then happy, because it's not often Dazai agrees to remove the bandages. He realizes a bit too late that he probably shouldn't be too obvious about that.
He ducks his head for a second until he can get his expression back under control, but he'll step closer so he can start helping with those bandages. He wouldn't have minded anyway, but it seems like a fair trade. He'll start with Dazai's arms, then his neck and his torso, working his way down. He'll leave them in a pile to throw out later, since he always makes sure to keep enough bandages stocked for Dazai when he needs them.]
And your body didn't even fall apart.
[He can't resist teasing. But he is struggling to resist just touching. He rarely gets a chance like this, he wants to stroke across Dazai's chest, everywhere he can reach, but he knows that might be too much. He'll just get up in tiptoe and try to pull Dazai down for a kiss instead.]
[It's definitely obvious that Chuuya is a little too happy about the bandage removal, but it was meant as a reward of sorts - albeit a passive more than an active one - so Dazai would have held it against him whether Chuuya showed his happiness or not. As it stands, this way Dazai gets at least some benefits out of it, too. It's always nice to watch Chuuya try not to be obvious when he's rarely anything but.
Dazai would claim that he's fine with being touched, since it's come to this, but he definitely wouldn't be - or at least not enough to keep from instantly sabotaging things again under the guise of petty revenge on Chuuya. Best to wait a little while, probably. But a kiss is nice, and he'll happily reciprocate, taking his time before breaking the kiss and belatedly reacting to what Chuuya said before.]
That's because you haven't sucked it dry yet.
[Clearly the lack of recent sex is the only reason why Dazai's body manages to stick together without the bandages. That just makes sense.]
[The kiss is extremely nice. Chuuya could easily just melt into it, and wouldn't mind postponing the shower just to stand like this, bodies close enough that he can feel the heat coming from Dazai, their skin (physical skin, no barrier) occasionally brushing up against each other without him even trying to make it happen. But he won't try to drag it out. There's more time for that later.
He keeps one arm loosely wrapped around Dazai's shoulders still, an amused smirk at that joke.]
Maybe I shouldn't risk it until you're fully wrapped up again.
[As if Chuuya would say no if Dazai wanted a blowjob. As if he'd ever be the one denying Dazai sex of any kind.]
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He eats another bite.]
And now you're jumping to conclusions.
[Another bite. The worst part is that it's not even a bad thing. Chuuya just has no idea how to talk about feelings, and isn't sure too many feelings won't come out all at once, like opening the lid of a pressurized container.]
Why can't you just be asleep when you look like you're sleeping?
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[... Dazai wasn't even deliberately faking it, but he's still going to throw that possibility out there, because???? Well, it makes about as much sense as anything, probably. Chuuya is already determined to make this deliberate on his part; may as well poke at Chuuya in return and see if he accidentally says something honest again.
And maybe there's also some small amount of self-sabotage involved, but that's clearly a mere side effect.]
If you don't want me to jump to conclusions, all you have to do is say what you meant to say?
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Are there even words to explain what he meant? There's definitely no words for that strange warmth he feels, knowing Dazai came back, stayed, wanted to know exactly what Chuuya needs and is going out of his way when he never had to. There's no words to describe how that heat builds like a pressure in his chest, more than he can contain, like it might twist him inside out, like the opposite of gravity. And it's not even painful at all. It's good. He needs it. It feels selfish and all his.
It's too much even if he could explain it. But Dazai makes him feel a lot of different things, and there's a different one that was filling him earlier as well.]
You can't tell me I shouldn't feel that way.
[Another look, this one a slight warning. But he's not going to look at Dazai as he says it, so he goes back to his food, finishes another bite, cheeks red.]
-- Safe.
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Dazai is still not prepared for Chuuya's reply, somehow. "Safe" is the very opposite of at least 99% of what Dazai does - and that is 100% deliberate. Dazai has rarely if ever been good or even nice to anyone around him for any length of time, and that's fine; that's saving him a lot of energy every single day, and clearly costing him nothing when other ways of getting people to do things tend to be more effective. So how, on God's green earth (or in the devil's deepest pits, as the case may be), could anyone - even someone as frequently illogical as Chuuya - see him as -]
... Safe..?
[He's really not mocking, for once. He's just trying to make sense of this, and frankly having an unusually hard time doing so.]
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He's nearly finished his food, so he won't be able to use it as an excuse for much longer.]
I don't mean safe from attacks, or anything like that. It's not like I'm expecting you to always predict any danger. [a shrug.] It can happen at any time, but it's not something I worry about anyway.
[Why would he? He can defend himself. It's his job to shield other people in those situations, not the other way around.]
And a lot of your plans depend on me not being scared of a little risk. That won't change. Something might go wrong, but that's the kinda life I chose.
[Dazai nearly drowned him, after all. Something could have gone wrong at any point during that plan. And they might have to do something similar or worse in the future. He doesn't mind that. But he's also only explaining what he didn't meant, instead of what he meant, and he's pretty sure that's not really helping at all.]
Anyway. I guess I just meant safe like... now. When those things don't matter.
[Obviously.]
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It's still confusing what Chuuya does mean, though. It hardly makes sense, but obviously it's the truth as Chuuya experiences it, and so Dazai tries to understand. He does understand, just a little: he understands the lack of pressure and duties, and how that would allow someone with an overactive sense of responsibility like Chuuya's to relax a little. Why it's specifically Dazai making Chuuya feel that way, though... that remains a bit of a mystery.
But maybe that's not so bad, Dazai decides. As long as Chuuya has chosen him - as illogical as that seems - it's really just fine.]
... I see.
[It's all he says in the end, the words not without a certain warmth. Maybe it's partly a lie, but only partly. He sorta-kinda-almost gets it.
So he's clearly not confused, the way Chuuya said he would be! Clearly Dazai has won!!]
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And he's not really convinced that Dazai does understand. But then, maybe he understands enough. Talking about it these things can be exhausting, and Chuuya still doesn't feel up to his usual levels of energy. So he finishes his food, sets the takeout box on the table, and leans back against Dazai's side. He's quiet for a moment.]
It's been like that almost since the beginning.
[It's also been a lot more complicated than just that, for several reasons. For a while it was almost too complicated. But that doesn't make it less true, really. Painful, sure, but still true. Chuuya tilts his head to look up at Dazai finally.]
You're still a dick, though.
[Because listen, neither of them can handle things getting too serious for too long.]
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And here he is, clearly without any undue feelings, so it's fine. He's just comfortable like this, shifting a little to more comfortably let Chuuya lean against him, putting an arm around Chuuya without even thinking about it. Feelings or not... this is really nice. It just seems... uncomplicated? They know each other. They match each other.
And they both think the other is a dick, clearly.]
You're the one in love with this dick, Chuuya!
[Does he mean himself? Does he mean his actual dick?! Clearly he means both! But not specifying makes it a lot less awkward to talk about, doesn't it?]
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[Chuuya turns instantly red at that statement. He doesn't remember saying anything about love! It's not like he hasn't thought it, wondered if that's what it is, but somehow it feels weirdly... presumptuous to apply that word to his own feelings. Like he's trying to claim something he has no right to. It would be both naive and selfish.
He'd be the first person to admit he doesn't know the first thing about love. He never belonged to that world.
And yet Dazai is --
-- Talking about his actual dick, he realizes, belatedly.]
It's not even that good!
[There. Saved. That's totally believable.]
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But there's no point in thinking about that, clearly.]
Oh? Then how are you still pretending to have refined, expensive taste?
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Considering all the money I've spent replacing my car or letting you use my credit card, you're definitely expensive.
[Refined? Probably not. Though he's never found anyone better, or even anyone who compares.]
Obviously it's just an exception. I still have better taste than you.
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Name one person.
[This wasn't intended as a trick question, but the moment it leaves Dazai's lips, it kind of is.]
One person you've been interested in that shows better taste.
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He could probably name someone else he's slept with, if he thought about it. But then Dazai would make him admit that they don't matter.]
Outside of sex, I have better taste. [Which is a much safer argument to have. But then he can't resist trying to call out Dazai a bit as well:] How many people have you bothered to sleep with more than a few times?
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Unfortunately Chuuya knows how to put Dazai back in his place, even if Dazai is entirely right - quite rude of the chibi! - so Dazai considers his options for only about a second, then gives a dismissive wave of his hand. Better for both of them if they drop this topic, really.]
Agree to disagree.
[... That is definitely a valid argument in this case. Mostly because it only responds to Chuuya's side of things, and ignores the question asked of Dazai altogether.]
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He'd never wanted to think about why it's the same for himself, either. He's always blamed it on being too busy, which is partially true, so it worked as an easy excuse.
Maybe he shouldn't think about it too deeply now, either. He doesn't want to fuck it up somehow.]
I have better taste in clothes.
[A safer topic. He's feeling too much again, all of it warm.]
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[Nevermind how Dazai was using the same type of argument before, because clearly that was Different. Mostly because Dazai said it and Dazai is always right by default.
Well, Dazai isn't only here to be right, though.]
... Anyway, if that's your argument, shouldn't you at least take a shower?
[Not that there's anything wrong with the way Chuuya looks, and Dazai isn't going to make him dress up all fancy - probably! - but a little self-care wouldn't go amiss. Maybe Chuuya doesn't even technically have to do it himself, either.]
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[As if Dazai wasn't the one who stole the hat back from Verlaine for him.
But Chuuya isn't really too invested in that argument. Dazai has good taste when he bothers to put the effort in, but Chuuya isn't about to admit that. He glances up at the mention of a shower, then down at himself, like he's trying to decide how much he needs one. He's pretty sure he doesn't smell, at least.]
Then you'll have to take one, too, or you automatically lose the argument, right?
[A warm shower does sound nice, and it would probably help, but he wants to keep being selfish and stay close. He knows he can't keep that up for too long, but still.]
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It wasn't an argument about personal hygiene, though?
[If it was, Dazai would probably lose, let's face it. But he still doesn't see how him showering is necessary.
That doesn't mean he won't, though. He'd kind of figured it would come to this. With a sigh, he gets up, stretching a bit as he does. He feels kind of rested, which is weird..? But then, he just managed to embarrass Chuuya, and that's always rejuvenating.]
But... I guess, since it's a part of proper pet ownership, it can't be helped.
Come on, then.
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He gets up to follow Dazai towards the bathroom.]
I'll start objecting to that again soon, you know.
[Even if he doesn't actually hate it. Especially when Dazai is paying so much attention to him, making sure Chuuya recovers from his kink hangover. Giving him something he didn't even realize he needed.]
But since this is technically a continuation of last night. The aftermath or something.
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Mhm, just a continuation. So let's continue.
[... He probably sounds a bit too happy about that. But at least he's not trying to be a dick about it?
In the bathroom, he'll help Chuuya undress first, if Chuuya will allow it. Not that Chuuya can't do it himself, but they're doing the pet thing - more or less, sorta kinda, halfway still - so it only makes sense. Only after that will Dazai bother undressing, himself.
Except for the bandages.]
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It's clear his objections about being treated as a pet were still not too serious, with his quickly he let that go. For today, at least, the attention Dazai is giving him because of it feels too good to resist.
No, there's more important things to object to.]
Wet bandages are disgusting, Dazai.
[And he's more than happy to help Dazai take those off if he needs it.]
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But Chuuya has been very accommodating. Dazai supposes he can make some sacrifices in return. Even though he'll sulk about it.]
Go on, then.
[He spreads his arms to give Chuuya better access, because if Chuuya wants the bandages off, the very least he can do is take them off, himself. Dazai is already being nice, allowing it in the first place!]
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He ducks his head for a second until he can get his expression back under control, but he'll step closer so he can start helping with those bandages. He wouldn't have minded anyway, but it seems like a fair trade. He'll start with Dazai's arms, then his neck and his torso, working his way down. He'll leave them in a pile to throw out later, since he always makes sure to keep enough bandages stocked for Dazai when he needs them.]
And your body didn't even fall apart.
[He can't resist teasing. But he is struggling to resist just touching. He rarely gets a chance like this, he wants to stroke across Dazai's chest, everywhere he can reach, but he knows that might be too much. He'll just get up in tiptoe and try to pull Dazai down for a kiss instead.]
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Dazai would claim that he's fine with being touched, since it's come to this, but he definitely wouldn't be - or at least not enough to keep from instantly sabotaging things again under the guise of petty revenge on Chuuya. Best to wait a little while, probably. But a kiss is nice, and he'll happily reciprocate, taking his time before breaking the kiss and belatedly reacting to what Chuuya said before.]
That's because you haven't sucked it dry yet.
[Clearly the lack of recent sex is the only reason why Dazai's body manages to stick together without the bandages. That just makes sense.]
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He keeps one arm loosely wrapped around Dazai's shoulders still, an amused smirk at that joke.]
Maybe I shouldn't risk it until you're fully wrapped up again.
[As if Chuuya would say no if Dazai wanted a blowjob. As if he'd ever be the one denying Dazai sex of any kind.]
Then again, could be a fun experiment.
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