[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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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.]