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[gravitys]

[ It's always a pain to locate Dazai. The entire length of time they've known one another it's generally only happened when Dazai for whatever reason wanted to be found. Chuuya assumes that's the reason here as well, when Dazai is remarkably actually easily run to ground. He doesn't want to think about why; probably he can't guess anyway. ]

Oi. Get down from there. [ "There" being one level up from where Chuuya is standing, at the bottom of a staircase with his head tilted back. ]

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[you know what else is a pain? having someone who can float, and chooses to just lurk at the bottom of the stairwell like some sort of gremlin incarnate. dazai drapes himself over the stair railing, tilting his head in an elegant fashion]

Hmmm? What's that? Chibi should really speak up.

[he doesn't want to be found, thanks. but chuuya is just too good at sniffing him out. not beating those dog allegations]

[gravitys]

[ Dazai always makes Chuuya make the first move. Chuuya scowls like he's going to be stubborn for a minute, but then he heaves a huge sigh and starts up the stairs.

It's fucking weird seeking Dazai out over something as inane as a birthday. He hasn't done it since they were kids and Dazai made the whole attempt back then miserable.

In his old age (ha) Chuuya has figured out Dazai makes most things miserable and it's best ignored. ]

What the hell are you even doing?

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[dazai raises a brow at him, like chuuya is the stupid one for asking a kind, humane question. his head hurts, his vision is fuzzy, and he wants to jump off this stair railing onto

well something. he just doesn't know what

A t-spine rotation.

[lol a what now

dazai accentuates his words by rolling his shoulders, arching his head back towards the ceiling and returning to position like he never moved at all]

What is Chuuya doing? Nosy~

[gravitys]

[ What IS he doing? Well. ]

What do you want to do.

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[dazai laughs. he knows exactly where this question is headed. and he wants nothing to do with it thanks. he stops stretching like some exercised cat and rights himself a little bit, perching his chin on his folded arms instead. a soft hum slips past parted lips]

Ah, about what? I can't hear Chuuya with all that mumbling. Come on, I know you're not afraid to use your outside voice.

[he stands stiffly, rubbing a spot on his wrist, right above his vein. it's been throbbing. along with everything else. there's no forgetting what transpired. chuuya drinking his blood, the feelings dazai experienced in the process. it would be oh so easy to forget but]

I don't want anything of course!

[gravitys]

[ Why did he ask! He knew Dazai would just be weird about it. Chuuya stomps upwards, though he skips the steps and just goes up the wall. ]

Fine, whatever, then we'll do what I wanna do.

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I said I don't want anything!

[dazai balks, taking an overdramatic step backwards. he's totally fucked and he knows it. there's no way to run from mister gravity. and chuuya knows all his stupid hiding spots. he already found him here after all. dazai fucking whines and holds his hands up in a mock gesture of surrender]

Why the sudden interest? My neck that nice, hm?

[chuuya gets flustered so easily maybe that's a nice diversion? attaboy dazai]

[gravitys]

[ Stop pushing his buttons! ...like either of them ever does anything else. Chuuya jumps the rest of the way to land next to Dazai and snarls at him. ]

No. Your blood tastes like shit - you ever heard of a vegetable?

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Is that right~?

[dazai bends over, leaning down right in chuuya's face. it's his own fault for getting so close anyways]

Is that why you didn't stop?

[he remembers vividly. tangling his fingers in chuuya's hair, lolling in and out of consciousness, that heat pulsating through his veins. his eyes blurring in and out of focus, his foot kicking--

sure chuuya stopped himself easily enough. but it was obvious something in the executive didn't want to. not that dazai did either, but eh. details]

[gravitys]

You still have blood, don't you? I stopped.

[ Not as soon as he should have. Not as soon as he meant to. ]

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Funny Chuuya should mention.

[dazai tilts his head]

I don't remember saying stop.

[gravitys]

Shocker, you wanted to die.

[ He's threatened Dazai with death before, but Chuuya has yet to carry through with it. He doesn't care to. ]

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I never said anything about dying!

[it's true. not this time at least. but maybe this is a little dangerous territory he's venturing into. he's not scared of chuuya. not in a million, billion years. but sometimes, it's terrifying to compartmentalize what chuuya does to dazai to make him scared.

two different things, right?

he takes a step back, graciously offering chuuya his personal space back. call it a kind gesture. he drags a finger along the railing, something almost contemplative crossing his features]

I suppose it doesn't matter now though, ah? What did you want?