[Dazai doesn't want to admit it, but... Chuuya is really cute when he's concerned. It almost makes Dazai want to get Chuuya to worry more often! He allows his hand to be inspected without further complaints. Okay, so maybe making Chuuya worry on purpose is something that's only good in very small (Chuuya-sized!) doses.]
I wonder... Chuuya should probably kiss it to make it better.
[... Yeaaaah, that bartender is probably going to keep his distance now. Could have at least given Dazai his drink first! But Dazai supposes he can't blame the guy.]
[Neither of them have ever had anyone who'd kiss something better for them, and it's not like they've ever needed it. Chuuya doesn't even see what something like that would do, if you're hurt. So Dazai asking for something like that doesn't make any sense, and even drunk, Chuuya knows he's not really serious. But... it could be considered a way to apologize, right? And Chuuya does want to kiss Dazai as much as he can, so...
He lifts Dazai's hand to kiss his knuckles.]
How's that?
[His cheeks are a little flushed, but that could just be the alcohol.]
[Yup, Chuuya is definitely adorable. And very much drunk, which should probably be at least something of a concern, but Dazai feels confident, after this first "test", that everything will be fine. Chuuya is being obedient enough; no truly major disasters are expected.]
It's a good start.
[He's laying it on a bit thick, but then, why wouldn't he? Even if he's playing things up a bit, it's not like he doesn't normally do that, and if it makes it easier to get Chuuya back home, so much the better.]
Why don't we get you home so I can return the favor?
[He actually just wants to get Chuuya out of the big, wide world, back home, and into his bed - for sleeping, you pervy thinker! But he figures that this is the easiest way to do that, and it's not like it would be bad if more than sleep happens.
[Everything will definitely be fine. Chuuya has spent the day thinking about wanting to see Dazai, and drunk as he is now, that feeling is all he's able to focus on. Dazai is here, and nothing else matters. He still doesn't let go of his hand.]
Don't have anything you need to kiss better.
[But he's already fumbling single-handed for his wallet so he can pay. It will be a miracle if he doesn't drop it on the floor, really.]
I can pretend? Or you can hurt me first.
[Do not ever let him know he just said that in public.]
[Dazai leans in for a whisper close to Chuuya's ear, because it's just very nice to mess with Chuuya that way. It's too easy, by all logical reasoning - especially with Chuuya this drunk! - but that makes it like the junk food of Chuuya-teasing, and apparently Dazai is in the mood for such a cheap snack.]
Should I bite your ear so we have an excuse?
[... That's probably not going to help keep Chuuya from dropping his wallet, is it? But if he does drop it, Dazai will catch it somehow. He has those skills.
He's also just intimately acquainted with Chuuya's wallet, really. But it's fine! He can do the paying. With Chuuya's money, but still.]
[Of course Chuuya drops it. He's drunk, he's touching Dazai, he has no control of gravity, and Dazai is doing that. He's too distracted to even worry about Dazai having his wallet, or what else he might be doing, besides paying. But then keeping Dazai from stealing his wallet is a long lost cause.
And the way those words raised goosebumps down his neck seems far more important.]
You should. We need the excuse.
[The bartender, having noticed the wallet being pulled out, is coming back over towards them. Chuuya will definitely never be able to come back here.]
[Having caught the wallet, Dazai lets out the tiniest little snort at Chuuya's over-eager response. He could have held it back, sure, but with Chuuya drunk, does he really need to bother? It's cute when Chuuya is far enough gone that he doesn't bother hiding what he wants.]
Since we need it, then~
[Chuuya does deserve a reward for being so cute, but Dazai doesn't want to make a big scene, so while he does indeed bite Chuuya's ear as promised, he isn't rough about it at all. It's the thought that counts, right? The bartender, meanwhile, desperately wants to retreat mid-approach, but that would be more awkward than staying where he is, so he kind of lingers, like a deer in headlights. (At least nobody was giving head!) Getting up, Dazai gives Chuuya's butt a little pat, encouraging him to follow his example. It's about time for them to leave, and while Dazai will insist on touching Chuuya again soon enough, it's probably more convenient to let Chuuya get up while in full control of gravity. That does tend to be a rather brutal moment of truth for all intoxication that happened while seated, after all.
Dazai doesn't look at the bartender, simply putting down a fair amount of money on the bar before slipping Chuuya's wallet into his own pocket (for now! ... probably just for now). It should be enough, and while tipping is generally frowned upon, well... Chuuya did create kind of a mess, probably, scaring away other clients if nothing else. It's fair payment.]
[Chuuya even tilts his head for easier access to his ear, only for the bite not to hurt at all. He's about to object to that when Dazai gets up from his chair - and Chuuya reflexively does the same when Dazai pats his butt. And then he notices the other people in the bar. And nearly falls over as gravity and the realization that this is public hits all at once.
His ability is the only thing that saves him. Dazai really knows him too well.]
Dazai -- We should go.
[Hurry out of there, he means. Before his face burns up.]
[It would indeed be a shame if that cute face melted off. Just as well that Dazai was way ahead of Chuuya.]
That's why we got up, isn't it?
[Unless Chuuya was hoping for a quickie in the bathroom area, which -... Well, Dazai wouldn't have minded that either, and he feels like he paid enough to earn the right, but... it's safer to just take Chuuya home. Not all of the alcohol is in his system yet, and Dazai would rather be somewhere safe if Chuuya passes out or something.
That, and Dazai isn't 100% sure that Chuuya wouldn't barf on him if he fucked him here and now. So! A wiser choice all around, clearly!
If Chuuya feels better to not be seen at the moment, it's fine, Dazai will put an arm around him soon enough - once he's convinced that it won't simply lead to Chuuya crashing to the ground. That's one benefit of a tall boyfriend: ample coverage! ... Also that big coat that Chuuya can hide under if he's really really determined to. But Dazai will absolutely mock him if he does.]
[At least once they're out of the bar, they'll be away from anyone who saw that behavior, and the further away they get, the smaller the possibility of running into them again. He probably doesn't need to hide from strangers on the street. He still kind of wants to, just in case.
He tenses briefly when Dazai puts an arm around him, like that will bring back the humiliation, and make everyone realize what they just did.]
I can never go back there. And you didn't even bite me properly.
[When your priorities are not straight, but very, very gay. Still, Dazai doesn't mind that. He won't even make a deliberately slow exit, even though that would lead to more humiliation for Chuuya. What a nice guy! (... Well, he also has his own reasons for that, as stated above.)]
Didn't I? [Nah, not really. But he doesn't feel like admitting that, and so he doesn't.] Maybe you've just drunk so much that you couldn't feel it properly.
[Definitely unlikely, but not without a potential grain of truth, either, so Dazai is happy to run with that. Leaving the bar, he keeps an arm around Chuuya, though now it's mostly because it's getting cold out, and Chuuya has always been a convenient space heater, especially when fueled by alcohol.]
[He's not that easily fooled. He was promised a bite, and so he will have his bite. Except that with how drunk he is, he'll probably forget it the second something distracts him again.]
At least now they know why I wasn't interested in that boring guy.
[Definitely still really drunk. But clearly this is the best way to recover from how embarrassed he felt. Even if he'd normally be ten times as embarrassed from having said that. But for now he'll just lean into Dazai, a little heavier than he normally would because of the alcohol, but at least he's not fully losing his balance.]
[Teeth are teeth! It still counts!! But Dazai may still be open to a redo at some point. He really shouldn't bother to argue with Chuuya anyway, considering how drunk Chuuya is, but some habits die hard.]
Mhm. They definitely know that now.
[Or do they? Does anyone except the boring guy in question even care?! ... Maybe Dazai is the one who can't go back to that bar again, really...]
Are you alright to walk a bit?
[They should probably go to Dazai's place for a change, since it's closer, but it's also decidedly not up to Chuuya's standards. Of course they could just take a taxi or something, but... well, that's not without risks - and besides, Dazai doesn't really want to share Chuuya with the world again, so shortly after reclaiming him.]
[No, there's definitely no point in arguing if the point is to convince Chuuya in any way. He's drunk enough that he's definitely not actually considering the points being made here, and he was never going to back down where sex is involved to begin with. On the other hand, it probably won't be long until Chuuya loses track of the conversation and forgets what the argument was about.]
Yeah, I can walk.
[By leaning into Dazai, at least. But it's not like Chuuya is too heavy, evne if he's putting more weight on Dazai than he normally would. And it's also just nice, to be in each other's space like this. He's honestly not thinking much about why Dazai is asking what he's asking.
He'll go where Dazai leads. Something that no sane person should ever do.]
[How fortunate, then, that Chuuya isn't exactly what most people would call sane!]
You're probably right.
[It's far too casual a lie, but then, Dazai is an expert at lying. Dazai could definitely carry Chuuya, if he really had to. But he doesn't have to, and he's not going to provoke Chuuya into trying to make him do it anyway. Chuuya is stubborn enough as it is; with alcohol to strengthen that even further, Dazai really doesn't want to deal with Chuuya's demands. (Unless they coincide with his own wants, of course!)
And so it's a fairly non-eventful walk to Dazai's apartment. Dazai has to let go of Chuuya to some degree to open the door, but hopefully Chuuya won't fall over. The fresh air may have done him some good, anyway.
After that... Well, Dazai should probably make Chuuya eat something, but that requires getting food. And he should probably get Chuuya to at least shower, but that takes effort, too! Far better to just be lazy together, really.]
[Lazy is a good option. Chuuya isn't going to complain about the lack of catering, and the shower can wait until morning. He's a bit too distracted poking around Dazai's apartment, because he's not there too often, and he's too drunk to bother being considerate.
He finds some half-eaten snacks and claims them as his own, before opening a couple of drawers.]
You need more stuff.
[More stuff for Chuuya to go through, because clearly entertaining him while he's drunk is the purpose of decorating an apartment. But at least he's not trying to find himself any more booze to drink.
And he'll be very easy to guide away from snooping and over to wherever Dazai wants him instead, especially if physical contact is involved.]
[Dazai quietly locks the door in a way that, while it no doubt can still be opened from the inside, should at least make it a little harder to do for a drunk person - like by removing the door knob, or something similar. He's got Chuuya safely off the streets, which was his main goal; he's not eager to actively babysit the baby-sized executive.
Chuuya can snoop a bit if he wants. Dazai certainly doesn't have anything of any real value (emotional or otherwise) at his place, and this way Chuuya can burn off some energy - for now, at least. Dazai should really at least get Chuuya to drink some water, but... effort. Dazai's just going to chill on top of his futon, which he definitely didn't put away.]
What stuff?
[He knows what Chuuya means, really. But he's still curious to hear what Chuuya will say.]
Any stuff. You're always going through my stuff, so you need something here for me to find.
[Flawless logic, clearly. How dare Dazai not have snoopable drawers. Though he's distracted from that disappointment by realizing what Dazai just did to the door. He has to go over to investigate that, too, though.]
Did you just kidnap me?
[His voice suggests that being kidnapped by Dazai sounds kinda fun, actually. But then, if he really wanted to escape, he could just go through the wall, so at best this would slow him down. But it does get his attention fully back on Dazai.
[Dazai is hoping that Chuuya isn't yet drunk enough to bang his way through random walls; he does usually pass out before getting quite that bad. Still, if Chuuya's gonna wreck the place, so be it. Dazai will just make him pay - literally, that is! - later.]
Mhm.
[Definitely a kidnapping. Clearly so. When Chuuya looks at him, Dazai pats the spot on the futon next to him. Sit your ass down, you drunk mini mafia, you!]
[Chuuya's not that drunk, luckily. He also wouldn't resort to destruction of property even if he was, since this is exactly where he wants to be right now. With Dazai, that is, not his apartment specifically, since this place could definitely use some improvements. And maybe a deep clean.]
Maybe a new bed? Or a housekeeping service?
[Not what people usually demand in ransom letters, but details like that have never stopped Dazai. Chuuya walks over so he can sit down next to him as told, leaning a hand on Dazai's shoulder without thinking. Dazai's hair brushes against his knuckles.
Chuuya's balance is knocked out from under him and he falls the rest of the way, landing heavily into Dazai.]
Shit -- Didn't mean to --
[He rubs his jaw where he knocked it into Dazai's shoulder.]
[Especially when it comes to the housekeeping service. But then, Dazai can probably just keep this place on until it gets to be too much of a mess, then move on elsewhere. That seems far more sensical.
Dazai should know better than to think he's ever on top of Chuuya and his mess-making abilities - in anything other than the literal sense, that is - but he's still not expecting quite so dramatic a fall when he thought he finally got Chuuya to calm down. Admittedly, Chuuya almost certainly got the worse end of the deal, since Dazai got off generally unharmed as he tried to catch Chuuya in his arms. He's still going to rub his shoulder like the manchild he is, though.]
Ow-ow-ow... Is this how you usually treat a generous host?!
[A "generous host" who has offered literally nothing so far, but whatever.]
[Chuuya rubs his jaw for a second longer, but then tries to sit up to rub Dazai's shoulder for him. He's still basically draped over Dazai's lap, looking up at him, extra worried about having caused him pain when he's drunk.]
You didn't get hurt, right?
[He's just gonna try to shove Dazai's shirt aside to check.]
[Most of the time, Dazai would be happier to not have Chuuya care too much. But when Chuuya is drunk, it's easy to blame all too-serious feelings on that - at least for like 99% - and that makes it a little easier for Dazai to just enjoy how Chuuya cares at all, without worrying about what that all means for the two of them in the long run. And yes, it's definitely silly that he thinks about that at all after everything, but old habits die hard. And if it means he's going to wallow in Chuuya's affection for a little bit, is that really so bad?]
How about you check to make sure? [Not that Chuuya needs telling, apparently.] Not all injuries are immediately obvious, after all.
[Which is a bullshit excuse in this situation, but not untrue, which is why Dazai keeps an eye on Chuuya's jaw just in case. He's not touching it just yet, though; he doesn't want to annoy Chuuya and derail his Dazai-discovery efforts.]
[Chuuya would definitely object if Dazai started poking his jaw to make sure he didn't get hurt. He can handle getting hurt, it's never been much of a concern, and besides, right now his priority clearly needs to be Dazai! He's focused on that task, no distractions acceptable, rubbing at his shoulder again once the shirt is out of the way. There's not even any redness that he can see, though.]
Does that hurt?
[He glances at Dazai's face, to see if the touch is enough to make him wince. Although that's never a reliable gauge of Dazai's injuries - his reactions are based more on how much attention he wants, and he can be severely injured and not reacting at all. But knowing that fact makes no difference to Chuuya's drunken logic. He feels bad, and he wants to touch.]
[Dazai isn't entirely confident that Chuuya didn't hurt himself, but at least there was no loud CRACK or anything, and the dog is still yapping. It's probably fine.]
Mhm.
[He says that, but he doesn't even bother pretending to be injured anymore, having given up the act already. He probably shouldn't quit like that, even if he is ahead, but it's more fun to see what Chuuya will do without manipulation at the moment. Manipulating a drunken Chuuya is overly easy, anyway.]
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I wonder... Chuuya should probably kiss it to make it better.
[... Yeaaaah, that bartender is probably going to keep his distance now. Could have at least given Dazai his drink first! But Dazai supposes he can't blame the guy.]
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He lifts Dazai's hand to kiss his knuckles.]
How's that?
[His cheeks are a little flushed, but that could just be the alcohol.]
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It's a good start.
[He's laying it on a bit thick, but then, why wouldn't he? Even if he's playing things up a bit, it's not like he doesn't normally do that, and if it makes it easier to get Chuuya back home, so much the better.]
Why don't we get you home so I can return the favor?
[He actually just wants to get Chuuya out of the big, wide world, back home, and into his bed - for sleeping, you pervy thinker! But he figures that this is the easiest way to do that, and it's not like it would be bad if more than sleep happens.
... Probably. You never know with these two.]
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Don't have anything you need to kiss better.
[But he's already fumbling single-handed for his wallet so he can pay. It will be a miracle if he doesn't drop it on the floor, really.]
I can pretend? Or you can hurt me first.
[Do not ever let him know he just said that in public.]
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Should I bite your ear so we have an excuse?
[... That's probably not going to help keep Chuuya from dropping his wallet, is it? But if he does drop it, Dazai will catch it somehow. He has those skills.
He's also just intimately acquainted with Chuuya's wallet, really. But it's fine! He can do the paying. With Chuuya's money, but still.]
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And the way those words raised goosebumps down his neck seems far more important.]
You should. We need the excuse.
[The bartender, having noticed the wallet being pulled out, is coming back over towards them. Chuuya will definitely never be able to come back here.]
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Since we need it, then~
[Chuuya does deserve a reward for being so cute, but Dazai doesn't want to make a big scene, so while he does indeed bite Chuuya's ear as promised, he isn't rough about it at all. It's the thought that counts, right? The bartender, meanwhile, desperately wants to retreat mid-approach, but that would be more awkward than staying where he is, so he kind of lingers, like a deer in headlights. (At least nobody was giving head!) Getting up, Dazai gives Chuuya's butt a little pat, encouraging him to follow his example. It's about time for them to leave, and while Dazai will insist on touching Chuuya again soon enough, it's probably more convenient to let Chuuya get up while in full control of gravity. That does tend to be a rather brutal moment of truth for all intoxication that happened while seated, after all.
Dazai doesn't look at the bartender, simply putting down a fair amount of money on the bar before slipping Chuuya's wallet into his own pocket (for now! ... probably just for now). It should be enough, and while tipping is generally frowned upon, well... Chuuya did create kind of a mess, probably, scaring away other clients if nothing else. It's fair payment.]
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His ability is the only thing that saves him. Dazai really knows him too well.]
Dazai -- We should go.
[Hurry out of there, he means. Before his face burns up.]
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That's why we got up, isn't it?
[Unless Chuuya was hoping for a quickie in the bathroom area, which -... Well, Dazai wouldn't have minded that either, and he feels like he paid enough to earn the right, but... it's safer to just take Chuuya home. Not all of the alcohol is in his system yet, and Dazai would rather be somewhere safe if Chuuya passes out or something.
That, and Dazai isn't 100% sure that Chuuya wouldn't barf on him if he fucked him here and now. So! A wiser choice all around, clearly!
If Chuuya feels better to not be seen at the moment, it's fine, Dazai will put an arm around him soon enough - once he's convinced that it won't simply lead to Chuuya crashing to the ground. That's one benefit of a tall boyfriend: ample coverage! ... Also that big coat that Chuuya can hide under if he's really really determined to. But Dazai will absolutely mock him if he does.]
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[At least once they're out of the bar, they'll be away from anyone who saw that behavior, and the further away they get, the smaller the possibility of running into them again. He probably doesn't need to hide from strangers on the street. He still kind of wants to, just in case.
He tenses briefly when Dazai puts an arm around him, like that will bring back the humiliation, and make everyone realize what they just did.]
I can never go back there. And you didn't even bite me properly.
[Listen, he still has his priorities right.]
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Didn't I? [Nah, not really. But he doesn't feel like admitting that, and so he doesn't.] Maybe you've just drunk so much that you couldn't feel it properly.
[Definitely unlikely, but not without a potential grain of truth, either, so Dazai is happy to run with that. Leaving the bar, he keeps an arm around Chuuya, though now it's mostly because it's getting cold out, and Chuuya has always been a convenient space heater, especially when fueled by alcohol.]
There are other bars, Chuuya.
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[He's not that easily fooled. He was promised a bite, and so he will have his bite. Except that with how drunk he is, he'll probably forget it the second something distracts him again.]
At least now they know why I wasn't interested in that boring guy.
[Definitely still really drunk. But clearly this is the best way to recover from how embarrassed he felt. Even if he'd normally be ten times as embarrassed from having said that. But for now he'll just lean into Dazai, a little heavier than he normally would because of the alcohol, but at least he's not fully losing his balance.]
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[Teeth are teeth! It still counts!! But Dazai may still be open to a redo at some point. He really shouldn't bother to argue with Chuuya anyway, considering how drunk Chuuya is, but some habits die hard.]
Mhm. They definitely know that now.
[Or do they? Does anyone except the boring guy in question even care?! ... Maybe Dazai is the one who can't go back to that bar again, really...]
Are you alright to walk a bit?
[They should probably go to Dazai's place for a change, since it's closer, but it's also decidedly not up to Chuuya's standards. Of course they could just take a taxi or something, but... well, that's not without risks - and besides, Dazai doesn't really want to share Chuuya with the world again, so shortly after reclaiming him.]
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[No, there's definitely no point in arguing if the point is to convince Chuuya in any way. He's drunk enough that he's definitely not actually considering the points being made here, and he was never going to back down where sex is involved to begin with. On the other hand, it probably won't be long until Chuuya loses track of the conversation and forgets what the argument was about.]
Yeah, I can walk.
[By leaning into Dazai, at least. But it's not like Chuuya is too heavy, evne if he's putting more weight on Dazai than he normally would. And it's also just nice, to be in each other's space like this. He's honestly not thinking much about why Dazai is asking what he's asking.
He'll go where Dazai leads. Something that no sane person should ever do.]
Not like you could carry me anyway.
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You're probably right.
[It's far too casual a lie, but then, Dazai is an expert at lying. Dazai could definitely carry Chuuya, if he really had to. But he doesn't have to, and he's not going to provoke Chuuya into trying to make him do it anyway. Chuuya is stubborn enough as it is; with alcohol to strengthen that even further, Dazai really doesn't want to deal with Chuuya's demands. (Unless they coincide with his own wants, of course!)
And so it's a fairly non-eventful walk to Dazai's apartment. Dazai has to let go of Chuuya to some degree to open the door, but hopefully Chuuya won't fall over. The fresh air may have done him some good, anyway.
After that... Well, Dazai should probably make Chuuya eat something, but that requires getting food. And he should probably get Chuuya to at least shower, but that takes effort, too! Far better to just be lazy together, really.]
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He finds some half-eaten snacks and claims them as his own, before opening a couple of drawers.]
You need more stuff.
[More stuff for Chuuya to go through, because clearly entertaining him while he's drunk is the purpose of decorating an apartment. But at least he's not trying to find himself any more booze to drink.
And he'll be very easy to guide away from snooping and over to wherever Dazai wants him instead, especially if physical contact is involved.]
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Chuuya can snoop a bit if he wants. Dazai certainly doesn't have anything of any real value (emotional or otherwise) at his place, and this way Chuuya can burn off some energy - for now, at least. Dazai should really at least get Chuuya to drink some water, but... effort. Dazai's just going to chill on top of his futon, which he definitely didn't put away.]
What stuff?
[He knows what Chuuya means, really. But he's still curious to hear what Chuuya will say.]
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[Flawless logic, clearly. How dare Dazai not have snoopable drawers. Though he's distracted from that disappointment by realizing what Dazai just did to the door. He has to go over to investigate that, too, though.]
Did you just kidnap me?
[His voice suggests that being kidnapped by Dazai sounds kinda fun, actually. But then, if he really wanted to escape, he could just go through the wall, so at best this would slow him down. But it does get his attention fully back on Dazai.
Maybe he'll join him on that futon.]
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Mhm.
[Definitely a kidnapping. Clearly so. When Chuuya looks at him, Dazai pats the spot on the futon next to him. Sit your ass down, you drunk mini mafia, you!]
What do you think I should ask for ransom?
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Maybe a new bed? Or a housekeeping service?
[Not what people usually demand in ransom letters, but details like that have never stopped Dazai. Chuuya walks over so he can sit down next to him as told, leaning a hand on Dazai's shoulder without thinking. Dazai's hair brushes against his knuckles.
Chuuya's balance is knocked out from under him and he falls the rest of the way, landing heavily into Dazai.]
Shit -- Didn't mean to --
[He rubs his jaw where he knocked it into Dazai's shoulder.]
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[Especially when it comes to the housekeeping service. But then, Dazai can probably just keep this place on until it gets to be too much of a mess, then move on elsewhere. That seems far more sensical.
Dazai should know better than to think he's ever on top of Chuuya and his mess-making abilities - in anything other than the literal sense, that is - but he's still not expecting quite so dramatic a fall when he thought he finally got Chuuya to calm down. Admittedly, Chuuya almost certainly got the worse end of the deal, since Dazai got off generally unharmed as he tried to catch Chuuya in his arms. He's still going to rub his shoulder like the manchild he is, though.]
Ow-ow-ow... Is this how you usually treat a generous host?!
[A "generous host" who has offered literally nothing so far, but whatever.]
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[Chuuya rubs his jaw for a second longer, but then tries to sit up to rub Dazai's shoulder for him. He's still basically draped over Dazai's lap, looking up at him, extra worried about having caused him pain when he's drunk.]
You didn't get hurt, right?
[He's just gonna try to shove Dazai's shirt aside to check.]
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How about you check to make sure? [Not that Chuuya needs telling, apparently.] Not all injuries are immediately obvious, after all.
[Which is a bullshit excuse in this situation, but not untrue, which is why Dazai keeps an eye on Chuuya's jaw just in case. He's not touching it just yet, though; he doesn't want to annoy Chuuya and derail his Dazai-discovery efforts.]
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Does that hurt?
[He glances at Dazai's face, to see if the touch is enough to make him wince. Although that's never a reliable gauge of Dazai's injuries - his reactions are based more on how much attention he wants, and he can be severely injured and not reacting at all. But knowing that fact makes no difference to Chuuya's drunken logic. He feels bad, and he wants to touch.]
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Mhm.
[He says that, but he doesn't even bother pretending to be injured anymore, having given up the act already. He probably shouldn't quit like that, even if he is ahead, but it's more fun to see what Chuuya will do without manipulation at the moment. Manipulating a drunken Chuuya is overly easy, anyway.]
How are you going to make it up to me?
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