[It's probably a case of the pot calling the kettle black, or something similar. But Dazai supposes it won't kill him to let Chuuya surprise him more often. ... Maybe. Let him think on that for a bit!
Dazai may not be blushing as adorably as Chuuya is, but he's still very pleased - enough so that he doesn't try to resist when Chuuya steals his hat back. Dazai got what he wanted; it's fine.]
Are you really going to make me steal them? [Dazai is definitely not letting Chuuya keep those pictures to himself.] After going through all this trouble to take them...
[... That is definitely not a logical line of reasoning, but who cares? Dazai is as Dazai does.]
Maybe. [Not even going to pretend that Dazai won't be able to steal them.] You have your pictures, I have mine.
[But he is in a pretty good mood as well, even if he's pretending to be difficult about the pictures. And since Dazai just gives him the hat back without a fight, he'll even opt to carry it in his hand instead of putting it back on, to make the inevitable draping easier for Dazai. But he also deserves extra for that, so:]
[Well, if Chuuya puts it that way... Dazai supposes it's true that he has his own pics. He does still want the Boyfriend Pics™, but he's not in any rush to steal them. Maybe he'll even find ways to make Chuuya want to share them!
But until then, it's kind of nice to know that the pics exist, somewhere in this weird, weird world. Maybe that's even enough.]
I owe you? You're the one who dragged me here, though.
[That's still not a no; it's just that Dazai has his own ways of being difficult. (Many of them, in fact!) Ice cream does sound good, so he'll walk Chuuya to a nearby stand, regardless of any quasi-moral objections he may have to treating him.]
[He can use Dazai's lack-of-logic against him if he wants. He's known you for over seven years, Dazai, he knows your ways by now. Not that it really matters who pays, or if Dazai steals Chuuya's wallet to do it, as long as there's ice cream in the end. And it seems like Dazai is actually going along with it. Chuuya might be looking a little happy at that.]
Neither do you. [His kinks are your kinks, Dazai.] Get me a chocolate and burnt sugar swirl.
[Excuse you, there is no lack whatsoever in that particular logic! And Dazai actually appreciates Chuuya using his own tactics (such as they are) against him. It's kind of strange, really. Sometimes he still feels he should be more difficult, just on principle, but the effort often isn't worth it - and, even more strangely, he often enjoys just going along with things.
Imagine not feeling the urge to constantly make life even more annoying than it is. Absurd, surely?!
Dazai orders for Chuuya, then gets something unreasonably boring like strawberry for himself, proving that you are, in fact, not what you eat. (Or proving that he has a certain dumb song stuck in his head. Either one.)]
Let's sit?
[There's a bench around somewhere, he's sure, and it'll be nice to eat their ice cream in peace.
Also: Chuuya sitting down may distract him enough that Dazai can get a quick taste of Chuuya's ice cream before starting his own. Chuuya's kink is, indeed, Dazai's kink, and their kink is okay.]
[Chuuya shouldn't enjoy being spoiled as much as he is. He doesn't need anything like that. Especially when it barely even counts, since it's a single ice cream cone and Chuuya is more than rich enough to buy the entire ice cream stand if he wants. But then, maybe it's not about the money. Maybe the money is never what mattered at all. He takes his ice cream cone, smiling, his entire chest feeling warm.]
Thanks.
[There's a bench not far away. Chuuya spots it and leads them in that direction, walking close enough to Dazai that they bump into each other with each step. With his ice cream in one hand and his hat in the other, he can't hold onto him right now, but as soon as they sit down they can lean comfortably against each other.]
Hey--! You chose your own ice cream!
[He should have seen that theft coming. He did, really, but somehow forgot to defend himself from it. But that's fine, because now it's fair game for him to lean over and try to steal some of Dazai's ice cream as well.]
[Wasn't that obvious?! Why do you even have to take your rightful revenge, Chuuya, gosh!]
Wait -
[Dazai pretends to make an effort to safeguard his ice cream for a split second... and then he pushes it at Chuuya's face instead. Chuuya has good reflexes, so Dazai has no doubt he'll avoid the worst of it. But Dazai's kind of hoping that he'll get some ice cream on Chuuya's nose, anyway. And if he succeeds, he'll give an angelic smile, because that is a good look.
It's fiiine, he'll just lick the ice cream off before Chuuya can get too mad. (Even though Dazai should probably have added that image to the boyfriend photo collection, first. Oh well, can't risk Chuuya getting too angry.)]
[There's always something satisfying about successfully taking revenge on Dazai, making the strawberry taste even better, and --
Shit. Chuuya jerks backwards, screwing up his face as the cold ice cream gets pushed against his nose. He dodges the worst of it, but not all of it, and not Dazai's tongue immediately after, cleaning it off again and making Chuuya turn bright red with embarrassment.]
Dazai! Bastard!
[His nose still feels a bit sticky, so he wipes that quickly with the napkin that thankfully came with his ice cream.]
I had every right to steal from you!
[Is anyone watching -- Yeah, a few people did glance their way, probably at Chuuya's exclamation. Hopefully they'll lose interest soon.]
[Ahhh, this is truly happiness~! His evil deeds done, Dazai leans back against the bench, finally having a taste of his own ice cream. Sure, the flavor may be boring - but the memories are forever!]
A right to steal something? I'm fairly sure that's a contradiction in terms, Chuuya.
[Just saying. Anyway, you're clearly even now? So you can't complain??]
You could have just asked for a taste, you know.
[Says the guy who definitely started the stealing, but...]
[It's definitely a contradiction, and he can't really argue with it, but he doesn't care. Logic isn't actually what's important here.]
And give you the satisfaction of having me ask?
[That probably makes even less sense. Dazai will know what he means, though. But since the thievery is over and done with, he'll try some of his own ice cream, too - delicious - leaning back on the bench to relax. And slowly shifting his weight until he's almost sort of leaning into Dazai as well.
He's a little bit tempted to steal another taste by kissing Dazai. There's too many people, though.]
[Dazai definitely would have said no if Chuuya had asked for a taste of his ice cream, anyway. For that matter, he's not entirely sure that Chuuya asking would have been as satisfying as Chuuya seems to think - at least, not in his current mood - but that is an illusion that Dazai will gladly allow to continue existing. You never know when it may come in handy!
And speaking of coming...]
Maybe I'll even let you have one.
[A taste, that is. Not of the ice cream, of course - that will be eatenn and/or have melted long before - but neither of them are talking about that anymore.]
You taste pretty nice, yourself. Ah - the ice cream.
[Definitely not the ice cream. He's just talking about all this with a sudden and deliberate casualness to embarrass Chuuya a bit. Or maybe he's gently mocking the general public a bit, instead... Who really knows?]
[Dazai's intentions don't really matter - of course it's embarrassing to talk about this in public. At least no one is close enough to actually hear what they're saying, as far as he can tell. And the compliment makes him happy. He knows Dazai can read that on his face.]
Just maybe?
[Dazai better not be thinking of denying him. Not that there's anything he can do about it if he does.]
What if I let you decide what we have for dinner?
[He's definitely not talking about dinner. And Dazai always gets to decide how and when they fuck, so it's not actually that much of an offer.]
[Nope, definitely not talking about dinner. After deliberately avoiding eye contact to make the conversation ever-so-casual, Dazai glances over at Chuuya.]
Then again, that's a pretty big blanket...
[Oh look, Chuuya, he called you big for once! ... Sorta kinda. Don't think about the details too much. (At least by that same reasoning he called himself a pig?)]
[Of course Dazai has to ruin it. If he wasn't so busy enjoying his ice cream, Chuuya would have to step on his foot, or maybe pinch him again. But he's really too happy to bother.]
We need a big blanket. You're the one who always likes things messy.
[Two can play at this game!! At least for a little bit, until Dazai makes things too embarrassing.]
But other than that, you do have pretty good taste. Sure, we can go for that.
[Messy does have a certain charm! But now Dazai is mostly thinking about how he could turn himself into a blanket burrito and just roll back and forth the rest of the night.
After sex, of course. He does have some sense of priorities!
Dazai chuckles a bit - Chuuya is the only one who'd ever say he has good taste, (semi-)jokingly or not - but decides to (mostly) drop the topic. Neither of them cares about what they'll eat at some point, and for now, he's honestly enjoying his ice cream too much, even though that has approximately nothing to do with the actual ice cream.]
I'll be sure to add mustard.
[... Okay, maybe he still had to get that one bad joke in.]
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... Maybe. Let him think on that for a bit!
Dazai may not be blushing as adorably as Chuuya is, but he's still very pleased - enough so that he doesn't try to resist when Chuuya steals his hat back. Dazai got what he wanted; it's fine.]
Are you really going to make me steal them? [Dazai is definitely not letting Chuuya keep those pictures to himself.] After going through all this trouble to take them...
[... That is definitely not a logical line of reasoning, but who cares? Dazai is as Dazai does.]
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[But he is in a pretty good mood as well, even if he's pretending to be difficult about the pictures. And since Dazai just gives him the hat back without a fight, he'll even opt to carry it in his hand instead of putting it back on, to make the inevitable draping easier for Dazai. But he also deserves extra for that, so:]
You owe me ice cream. Let's go get some.
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But until then, it's kind of nice to know that the pics exist, somewhere in this weird, weird world. Maybe that's even enough.]
I owe you? You're the one who dragged me here, though.
[That's still not a no; it's just that Dazai has his own ways of being difficult. (Many of them, in fact!) Ice cream does sound good, so he'll walk Chuuya to a nearby stand, regardless of any quasi-moral objections he may have to treating him.]
Which flavor? I know you don't want vanilla...
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[He can use Dazai's lack-of-logic against him if he wants. He's known you for over seven years, Dazai, he knows your ways by now. Not that it really matters who pays, or if Dazai steals Chuuya's wallet to do it, as long as there's ice cream in the end. And it seems like Dazai is actually going along with it. Chuuya might be looking a little happy at that.]
Neither do you. [His kinks are your kinks, Dazai.] Get me a chocolate and burnt sugar swirl.
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Imagine not feeling the urge to constantly make life even more annoying than it is. Absurd, surely?!
Dazai orders for Chuuya, then gets something unreasonably boring like strawberry for himself, proving that you are, in fact, not what you eat. (Or proving that he has a certain dumb song stuck in his head. Either one.)]
Let's sit?
[There's a bench around somewhere, he's sure, and it'll be nice to eat their ice cream in peace.
Also: Chuuya sitting down may distract him enough that Dazai can get a quick taste of Chuuya's ice cream before starting his own. Chuuya's kink is, indeed, Dazai's kink, and their kink is okay.]
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Thanks.
[There's a bench not far away. Chuuya spots it and leads them in that direction, walking close enough to Dazai that they bump into each other with each step. With his ice cream in one hand and his hat in the other, he can't hold onto him right now, but as soon as they sit down they can lean comfortably against each other.]
Hey--! You chose your own ice cream!
[He should have seen that theft coming. He did, really, but somehow forgot to defend himself from it. But that's fine, because now it's fair game for him to lean over and try to steal some of Dazai's ice cream as well.]
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[Wasn't that obvious?! Why do you even have to take your rightful revenge, Chuuya, gosh!]
Wait -
[Dazai pretends to make an effort to safeguard his ice cream for a split second... and then he pushes it at Chuuya's face instead. Chuuya has good reflexes, so Dazai has no doubt he'll avoid the worst of it. But Dazai's kind of hoping that he'll get some ice cream on Chuuya's nose, anyway. And if he succeeds, he'll give an angelic smile, because that is a good look.
It's fiiine, he'll just lick the ice cream off before Chuuya can get too mad. (Even though Dazai should probably have added that image to the boyfriend photo collection, first. Oh well, can't risk Chuuya getting too angry.)]
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Shit. Chuuya jerks backwards, screwing up his face as the cold ice cream gets pushed against his nose. He dodges the worst of it, but not all of it, and not Dazai's tongue immediately after, cleaning it off again and making Chuuya turn bright red with embarrassment.]
Dazai! Bastard!
[His nose still feels a bit sticky, so he wipes that quickly with the napkin that thankfully came with his ice cream.]
I had every right to steal from you!
[Is anyone watching -- Yeah, a few people did glance their way, probably at Chuuya's exclamation. Hopefully they'll lose interest soon.]
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A right to steal something? I'm fairly sure that's a contradiction in terms, Chuuya.
[Just saying. Anyway, you're clearly even now? So you can't complain??]
You could have just asked for a taste, you know.
[Says the guy who definitely started the stealing, but...]
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And give you the satisfaction of having me ask?
[That probably makes even less sense. Dazai will know what he means, though. But since the thievery is over and done with, he'll try some of his own ice cream, too - delicious - leaning back on the bench to relax. And slowly shifting his weight until he's almost sort of leaning into Dazai as well.
He's a little bit tempted to steal another taste by kissing Dazai. There's too many people, though.]
But maybe I'll ask you for a taste later tonight.
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And speaking of coming...]
Maybe I'll even let you have one.
[A taste, that is. Not of the ice cream, of course - that will be eatenn and/or have melted long before - but neither of them are talking about that anymore.]
You taste pretty nice, yourself. Ah - the ice cream.
[Definitely not the ice cream. He's just talking about all this with a sudden and deliberate casualness to embarrass Chuuya a bit. Or maybe he's gently mocking the general public a bit, instead... Who really knows?]
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Just maybe?
[Dazai better not be thinking of denying him. Not that there's anything he can do about it if he does.]
What if I let you decide what we have for dinner?
[He's definitely not talking about dinner. And Dazai always gets to decide how and when they fuck, so it's not actually that much of an offer.]
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[Nope, definitely not talking about dinner. After deliberately avoiding eye contact to make the conversation ever-so-casual, Dazai glances over at Chuuya.]
Then again, that's a pretty big blanket...
[Oh look, Chuuya, he called you big for once! ... Sorta kinda. Don't think about the details too much. (At least by that same reasoning he called himself a pig?)]
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We need a big blanket. You're the one who always likes things messy.
[Two can play at this game!! At least for a little bit, until Dazai makes things too embarrassing.]
But other than that, you do have pretty good taste. Sure, we can go for that.
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After sex, of course. He does have some sense of priorities!
Dazai chuckles a bit - Chuuya is the only one who'd ever say he has good taste, (semi-)jokingly or not - but decides to (mostly) drop the topic. Neither of them cares about what they'll eat at some point, and for now, he's honestly enjoying his ice cream too much, even though that has approximately nothing to do with the actual ice cream.]
I'll be sure to add mustard.
[... Okay, maybe he still had to get that one bad joke in.]