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[Does this count as kidnapping? Probably.
It's a weird thought to have when it comes to Dazai, of all people. But when Chuuya had run into him, late at night, driving around on his motorcycle because he couldn't sleep, he hadn't actually planned to drive them out of Yokohama. He'd stopped, let Dazai on, and then decided he didn't want to let him off again. It was too late to bother sleeping anyway, and all Chuuya had to look forward to in the morning was meetings, reports he still hadn't written, more work even though he was already ahead on everything he needed to do. But he'd worked extra hard lately, trying to prove... something.
Something he already proved years ago.
So instead of looping the city, like he usually does, he'd turned around, and headed out of Yokohama completely, never actually giving Dazai a chance to object.
And now here they are, a small town a little way outside of Yokohama. Chuuya only stopped because he's been driving for a while, and he could use a break. He has to be more cautious with Dazai behind him. He rolls his shoulders as he gets off, a little disappointed to lose the warm weight of his ex-partner pressed against his back.]
Let's get some coffee.
[No, he has no intention of addressing this kidnapping. Dazai will just have to put up with it. But they're here now, so they might as well get some breakfast.]
It's a weird thought to have when it comes to Dazai, of all people. But when Chuuya had run into him, late at night, driving around on his motorcycle because he couldn't sleep, he hadn't actually planned to drive them out of Yokohama. He'd stopped, let Dazai on, and then decided he didn't want to let him off again. It was too late to bother sleeping anyway, and all Chuuya had to look forward to in the morning was meetings, reports he still hadn't written, more work even though he was already ahead on everything he needed to do. But he'd worked extra hard lately, trying to prove... something.
Something he already proved years ago.
So instead of looping the city, like he usually does, he'd turned around, and headed out of Yokohama completely, never actually giving Dazai a chance to object.
And now here they are, a small town a little way outside of Yokohama. Chuuya only stopped because he's been driving for a while, and he could use a break. He has to be more cautious with Dazai behind him. He rolls his shoulders as he gets off, a little disappointed to lose the warm weight of his ex-partner pressed against his back.]
Let's get some coffee.
[No, he has no intention of addressing this kidnapping. Dazai will just have to put up with it. But they're here now, so they might as well get some breakfast.]
[As it happen, Dazai wouldn't have objected, even if he'd been given the chance to. Perhaps he should, being kidnapped and all, but that's hardly the worst thing that's ever been done to him, and - objectively speaking, of course - it's arguably less than he owes Chuuya. In itself, that's probably not a good reason to keep from complaining for the sake of it, but Dazai is curious what this is about. It's not often that this kind of unexpected thing happens, after all.
At any rate, if Chuuya had bad intentions, Dazai wouldn't be breathing anymore, so it's probably fine. Besides, what reason does Dazai have to stay in Yokohama - work? Pffft, he can do that some other day. Or week. Or month...
And so he simply holds on, arms around Chuuya, and keeps an eye on where they're heading - not because he's worried about his fate or anything (does he even have one of those?), but because it might give him some clue as to what this is about. Not so much as a guess so far, though.
He gets off the back of the bike as if this whole trip was his idea, walking over to the nearest place selling coffee, because for once he agrees with Chuuya: coffee is not a bad idea.]
Dissatisfied with the coffee in Yokohama? I'm fairly sure it will taste the same here, though.
[He's not directly asking what this is about - not yet, at least. But he's going to point out that he knows something is going on, anyway.]
At any rate, if Chuuya had bad intentions, Dazai wouldn't be breathing anymore, so it's probably fine. Besides, what reason does Dazai have to stay in Yokohama - work? Pffft, he can do that some other day. Or week. Or month...
And so he simply holds on, arms around Chuuya, and keeps an eye on where they're heading - not because he's worried about his fate or anything (does he even have one of those?), but because it might give him some clue as to what this is about. Not so much as a guess so far, though.
He gets off the back of the bike as if this whole trip was his idea, walking over to the nearest place selling coffee, because for once he agrees with Chuuya: coffee is not a bad idea.]
Dissatisfied with the coffee in Yokohama? I'm fairly sure it will taste the same here, though.
[He's not directly asking what this is about - not yet, at least. But he's going to point out that he knows something is going on, anyway.]
Edited 2023-05-20 10:11 (UTC)
[Guessing Chuuya’s plan isn’t easy when none of this was planned at all. It was probably a bad idea - it’s difficult to let go of the stress of feeling like he’s letting down everyone in the Port Mafia by not being there. But he’s ahead on all of his work, so he really has no reason to feel bad.
He allows himself to fall a step behind as Dazai located a coffee place, sending off a few quick text messages, letting his assistant know to cover his duties for the day. He’ll have to let Kouyou know later, too.
He slips his phone back in his pocket, hoping Dazai didn’t notice.]
It’s supposed to taste better in fresh air or something, right?
[And the air is definitely fresher here than in Yokohama, so it works as an excuse. And the sun is up, so maybe they could find a table outside. He’ll order them some breakfast, too, he thinks, because some food will help him figure out what to pretend his actual plan was.
It won’t be convincing either way. He’s wearing his biker outfit, which is a point in favor of this being planned, but yesterday’s makeup is smudged in the corner of his eyes, and his hair is messier than he prefers it. Though he’ll blame that one on the wind.]
How hungry are you?
He allows himself to fall a step behind as Dazai located a coffee place, sending off a few quick text messages, letting his assistant know to cover his duties for the day. He’ll have to let Kouyou know later, too.
He slips his phone back in his pocket, hoping Dazai didn’t notice.]
It’s supposed to taste better in fresh air or something, right?
[And the air is definitely fresher here than in Yokohama, so it works as an excuse. And the sun is up, so maybe they could find a table outside. He’ll order them some breakfast, too, he thinks, because some food will help him figure out what to pretend his actual plan was.
It won’t be convincing either way. He’s wearing his biker outfit, which is a point in favor of this being planned, but yesterday’s makeup is smudged in the corner of his eyes, and his hair is messier than he prefers it. Though he’ll blame that one on the wind.]
How hungry are you?
"Or something" is right.
[He says it casually agreeing, though: this is hardly a topic worth arguing about. Anyway, Dazai has allowed himself to get dragged into this, and so he's planning to go along with it until and unless things get out of hand. He doesn't comment on Chuuya using his phone, either, but he makes a mental note that this is probably going to take a while. (Dazai, for his part, is not texting the ADA though. He'll just text them back if and when someone asks him where he is. He's mentally making bets with himself as to who will ask and how long it will take them.)
In the interest of both of them waking up for the new day after skipping a night's sleep, sitting out in the sun is a pretty good idea. It's also safer, probably, on the off chance this ends up blowing up somehow - not necessarily for Chuuya's fault, but due to the mafia and/or other external factors. At this time of day, the risk of being seen isn't as bad as having obvious escape routes and such, and so Dazai picks a table outside, pulls out a chair for Chuuya... and quickly keeps walking to grab a chair of his own. Sorry Chuu, you're not a lady; he's not going to help you move the chair closer to the table again.Still pulled it out for you, though. Shhh, we don't talk about that, it doesn't count.]
If Chuuya is buying? At least twice as hungry as usual.
[So, like. The equivalent of a normal human being with a rather small appetite, really. Chuuya buying has little to do with that, it's just something to say at this point.
But Dazai can eat. One thing. Probably just one small thing...]
[He says it casually agreeing, though: this is hardly a topic worth arguing about. Anyway, Dazai has allowed himself to get dragged into this, and so he's planning to go along with it until and unless things get out of hand. He doesn't comment on Chuuya using his phone, either, but he makes a mental note that this is probably going to take a while. (Dazai, for his part, is not texting the ADA though. He'll just text them back if and when someone asks him where he is. He's mentally making bets with himself as to who will ask and how long it will take them.)
In the interest of both of them waking up for the new day after skipping a night's sleep, sitting out in the sun is a pretty good idea. It's also safer, probably, on the off chance this ends up blowing up somehow - not necessarily for Chuuya's fault, but due to the mafia and/or other external factors. At this time of day, the risk of being seen isn't as bad as having obvious escape routes and such, and so Dazai picks a table outside, pulls out a chair for Chuuya... and quickly keeps walking to grab a chair of his own. Sorry Chuu, you're not a lady; he's not going to help you move the chair closer to the table again.
If Chuuya is buying? At least twice as hungry as usual.
[So, like. The equivalent of a normal human being with a rather small appetite, really. Chuuya buying has little to do with that, it's just something to say at this point.
But Dazai can eat. One thing. Probably just one small thing...]
[Since Chuuya did kidnap Dazai, he figures buying him breakfast is the least he could do. Though he’s fully aware he’s most likely end up paying either way… But it’s not like he ever really minds.]
So you’re barely hungry at all. We can get something light.
[He knows Dazai, after all, including his food habits. He looks briefly surprised when Dazai chooses a seat for him, but then sits without argument, stretching out his legs. When the server comes over, he simply asks for some recommendations, because he’s too tired to make decisions. Coffee is what matters the most anyway.]
Don’t think I’ve ever been to this town before.
So you’re barely hungry at all. We can get something light.
[He knows Dazai, after all, including his food habits. He looks briefly surprised when Dazai chooses a seat for him, but then sits without argument, stretching out his legs. When the server comes over, he simply asks for some recommendations, because he’s too tired to make decisions. Coffee is what matters the most anyway.]
Don’t think I’ve ever been to this town before.
[Dazai is half tempted to order a big breakfast just to piss Chuuya off, but he really would only take a bite or two, so it would be a waste of the poor waitstaff's efforts. Also (and more importantly): he'd never get answers out of Chuuya if he pissed him off too much. Also (and not unimportantly either): Dazai just isn't in the mood to piss Chuuya off. Go figure. Clearly he's having a generous day (or two, as the case may be by now).
So Dazai orders some kind of chocolate cake that's no doubt only on the menu for teenage girls to feel naughty about eating, and a large coffee with entirely too much of everything.]
It doesn't get a lot of tourists, but supposedly it's not without merits. [Or so he's heard. Not like he ever had any reason to check and make sure.] It's the perfect destination for Chuuya's first vacation in a decade~!
So Dazai orders some kind of chocolate cake that's no doubt only on the menu for teenage girls to feel naughty about eating, and a large coffee with entirely too much of everything.]
It doesn't get a lot of tourists, but supposedly it's not without merits. [Or so he's heard. Not like he ever had any reason to check and make sure.] It's the perfect destination for Chuuya's first vacation in a decade~!
[Chuuya orders himself some sort of sandwich. Unlike Dazai, he can’t survive on just sugar, although his coffee won’t exactly be the healthiest either. And maybe he can steal a bite of that chocolate cake.]
It’s not a vacation. And I’ve had vacations.
[When Kouyou orders him to. And he still struggles to actually take a break during that time, answering emails and keeping on top of what he can even from a distance.
Though speaking of.]
Anesan ordered me to take a couple of days off though.
[A lie, she has no idea, but a good excuse.]
It’s not a vacation. And I’ve had vacations.
[When Kouyou orders him to. And he still struggles to actually take a break during that time, answering emails and keeping on top of what he can even from a distance.
Though speaking of.]
Anesan ordered me to take a couple of days off though.
[A lie, she has no idea, but a good excuse.]
How kind of her.
[Yeaaaaah, he doesn't buy it. But that's fine; it's not untrue in that Kouyou would undoubtedly have told Chuuya to take some days off if she'd thought he would listen, though. She simple can't always pull the "orders" card. So, close enough to true! Dazai isn't going to argue.]
Did she order you to drag me along too? Admittedly it's not a terrible way of hampering the competition while you're away.
[Which makes it something Mori would order if anything, but if Chuuya is taking a semi-official Break™, Dazai isn't going to throw the M-word at him.
Probably.]
[Yeaaaaah, he doesn't buy it. But that's fine; it's not untrue in that Kouyou would undoubtedly have told Chuuya to take some days off if she'd thought he would listen, though. She simple can't always pull the "orders" card. So, close enough to true! Dazai isn't going to argue.]
Did she order you to drag me along too? Admittedly it's not a terrible way of hampering the competition while you're away.
[Which makes it something Mori would order if anything, but if Chuuya is taking a semi-official Break™, Dazai isn't going to throw the M-word at him.
Probably.]
I just felt like making a point about how easy you are to kidnap.
[Also not the real reason, but why would he ever answer honestly, even knowing Dazai can see through him. And who knows, maybe one day Dazai will actually believe one of his lies. Possibly. If he hits his head hard enough.
Where's that coffee?]
Are you gonna complain about getting a day off work?
[Also not the real reason, but why would he ever answer honestly, even knowing Dazai can see through him. And who knows, maybe one day Dazai will actually believe one of his lies. Possibly. If he hits his head hard enough.
Where's that coffee?]
Are you gonna complain about getting a day off work?
Not today. So can you really claim it's easy to kidnap me, when I had no reason to resist?
[Technically that means it doesn't even count as a kidnapping, though Dazai isn't going to point that out. He may just find a use for that term eventually, after all. (Oohoo, kinky play~! ... Yeah, probably not that, but still.)
The coffee follows quickly enough, as it happens, and so does Dazai's cake. Chuuya's sandwich will take a bit longer to make, but it won't be far behind. Dazai is exceedingly friendly with the waitstaff, but not to the point of his usual gross clinginess, which is probably saying something. (Let's not think too hard about what.) The moment they leave, he steeples his fingers in joy, looking at his cake.
Well... it is a food. Technically. And after staying up all night, a bit of sugar can't hurt.]
[Technically that means it doesn't even count as a kidnapping, though Dazai isn't going to point that out. He may just find a use for that term eventually, after all. (Oohoo, kinky play~! ... Yeah, probably not that, but still.)
The coffee follows quickly enough, as it happens, and so does Dazai's cake. Chuuya's sandwich will take a bit longer to make, but it won't be far behind. Dazai is exceedingly friendly with the waitstaff, but not to the point of his usual gross clinginess, which is probably saying something. (Let's not think too hard about what.) The moment they leave, he steeples his fingers in joy, looking at his cake.
Well... it is a food. Technically. And after staying up all night, a bit of sugar can't hurt.]
I made sure you had no reason to resist.
[He really didn't. He didn't even decide to leave Yokohama until after they'd been driving for a bit, but... details.
He resists rolling his eyes when Dazai acts friendly with the waitstaff, but he does notice that he's not flirting nearly as much as he could be. He's... not sure how to take that, actually, but he knows it makes him feel weirdly warm, even though it probably doesn't mean anything at all. Maybe Dazai is just tired, or maybe he doesn't like their perfume.
More importantly: That cakes does look good. And conveniently, Chuuya's coffee came with a spoon for stirring in sugar. He grabs said spoon like a weapon, and then launches forward, trying to dig into that cake for the first bite. Just let him have a taste, it's only fair, Dazai owes him. Or something.]
[He really didn't. He didn't even decide to leave Yokohama until after they'd been driving for a bit, but... details.
He resists rolling his eyes when Dazai acts friendly with the waitstaff, but he does notice that he's not flirting nearly as much as he could be. He's... not sure how to take that, actually, but he knows it makes him feel weirdly warm, even though it probably doesn't mean anything at all. Maybe Dazai is just tired, or maybe he doesn't like their perfume.
More importantly: That cakes does look good. And conveniently, Chuuya's coffee came with a spoon for stirring in sugar. He grabs said spoon like a weapon, and then launches forward, trying to dig into that cake for the first bite. Just let him have a taste, it's only fair, Dazai owes him. Or something.]
Edited 2023-05-25 17:56 (UTC)
Hmm...
[Which is all Dazai will say to that, actually. He's going to just let that sit and save his epic comeback, should he choose to use it, for a more opportune moment.
Or maybe it's just too easy to bully Chuuya at this time when that would get him no answers, nor another free meal. Probably that.
And so the time has come! The epic cake battle of cutlery begins. A spoon is convenient and all, but Dazai has a fork, giving him a slight advantage in blocking - which he does, as if he was expecting Chuuya's move, and he really shouldn't have. It's not that he minds sharing, really - it's up in the air whether he could finish the cake anyway - but it's the principle of the thing!]
If you're taking a bite of my food I am also taking a bite of yours later, Chuuya.
[He doesn't actually care; he's probably not even going to keep bother blocking Chuuya's cake-attacks, and that is only 90% because he knows it's a fight he's unlikely to win. But, again, the principle of the thing!]
[Which is all Dazai will say to that, actually. He's going to just let that sit and save his epic comeback, should he choose to use it, for a more opportune moment.
Or maybe it's just too easy to bully Chuuya at this time when that would get him no answers, nor another free meal. Probably that.
And so the time has come! The epic cake battle of cutlery begins. A spoon is convenient and all, but Dazai has a fork, giving him a slight advantage in blocking - which he does, as if he was expecting Chuuya's move, and he really shouldn't have. It's not that he minds sharing, really - it's up in the air whether he could finish the cake anyway - but it's the principle of the thing!]
If you're taking a bite of my food I am also taking a bite of yours later, Chuuya.
[He doesn't actually care; he's probably not even going to keep bother blocking Chuuya's cake-attacks, and that is only 90% because he knows it's a fight he's unlikely to win. But, again, the principle of the thing!]
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