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HI ALL !!  This blog is going to be archived but fret not -- Chuuya is still around ! His things are being moved to a multi-muse over here ! See you there !

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   a low chuckle escapes him, wiping the blood off his mouth with the back of his sleeve. he rolls his neck for it to crack, stretching a little bit as well. ❝ yep! apparently so, it’ll stop bleeding soon enough. ❞ he gives the ginger a smile, as if he hadn’t just sucker punched him. ❝ lunch?! oh chuuya, you really do love me~!❞

   Chuuya couldn't help himself but look at Dazai like he had grown a third head, frustration ever present as usual. "...'M not takin' yer ass to lunch if yer still bleedin', stop the bleedin' like a normal person before ya start on that weird, gushin' shit." Why was this man so embarrassing...

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hc that chuuya was drunk + high once n ordered an inflatable air mattress online, thinking it was a giant ice cream sandwich. when it got to him he was disappointed. (& he gave it to akutagawa to keep in his office bc the kid never seems to go home and sleep)

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   now that should of been expected–– but alas, walls were down due to trying to romance the other. now he was spitting blood from the attack, stumbling backward slightly. he spits again, then looks up to chuuya. ❝ man, i always forget you have one hell of a punch–– ❞

   It's a little difficult to mask his immediate concern at the blood, glare slipping off for a second. Something doesn't quite sit right in the pit of his stomach, but he ignored it just the same. "The hell, ya get yer lip cut on yer teeth? Sheesh. Clean yerself up, an' here I was gonna buy ya lunch."

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you call me a moron but wait until you taste my delicious figs that i grew with utmost care. then you will eat your words.

do your figs come in the form of wine

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abrogatebound:

   once chuuya is in his arms, dazai leans down to face him. he places his hand on his cheek, his thumb slightly brushing over the other’s lips. he moves so their lips are inches apart, a soft smirk on his face. ❝ that’s not a kiss, chuuya~ ❞

    Should the situation be more intimate, perhaps he would've gone for it. To lean in and brush his lips against Dazai's, pulling him closer until they were both gasping for air. That wasn't this situation though -- Chuuya instead delivered a fist to his ex-partner's face.

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    we seem to have lost akutagawa to the moronic disease, too...     it must be something in the water....

    THIS IS WHY I ONLY DRINK [X BRAND] WINE -- !!

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abrogatebound:

   dazai doesn’t flinch at his movements, he knows better. he knows when to expect an attack–– the pro of being partners for so long. ❝ a kiss~ kiss me, chuuya~ ❞

    "Yer so fuckin' embarrassing." He quipped, though without thought leaned into the man begrudgingly. Close enough to a kiss.

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   ❝ chuu~ ya~ ❞ dazai hums, pressing his lips against the chuuya’s cheek. 

   "Heeeh!?" The ginger growled in response, grabbing onto Dazai's coat like he was going to throw him. (it never came.) He doesn't even move away from him. "Ya wantin' somethin', jerk?"

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  the smirk on his face is quickly replaced with a frown–– it wasn’t fun to tease his partner when he took it seriously. how many times had he pointed to random women and proclaimed his love and wish to die with her? too many to count. so when chuuya gives him such a serious answer, he sighs.

  ❝ …you know, i always thought arbutus was a beautiful flower. what do you think, chuuya?what’s your favourite flower? ❞

   Grey eyes remained focused on his new dog - a rather young shiba inu - rather than Dazai for the majority of the teasing. Mood played a large part of it, his mood has been sour all day. Hearing jokes like that didn't help it any. He let out a long, drawn out sigh, turning his gaze towards Dazai and... gave a shrug. His hands occupied themselves with stroking the dog's fur.

   "...Red carnations. They are my favorite."    

tell me your honest opinion of my portrayal

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abrogatebound:

   who? me? never~

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abrogatebound:

oh~? then why does chuuya look so nervous~?

    why do YOU have a stupid, smug look on your face----!!!

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is chuuya jealous of himself?! the scandal!

   as if--

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  "Is this Dazai's way of saying he's cheating on me with me?"

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a lighthearted laugh escapes him, amused by the choice of words. ❝ oh chuuya, such a way with words~ ❞ he casually pokes his nose, then starts walking away with his hat on. ❝ i think i could be a better chuuya than you––! ❞

   Chuuya's eyes narrowed as he started to walk off, following after and placing a hand on his shoulder. Maybe to stop him, maybe to actually speak without using their stupid cod--- no, wait, he's just used his ability to send Dazai shoulder-deep into the ground. It just looks like a human version of whack-a-mole.  "Have fun gettin' out, stupid Dazai." He snipped, plucking his hat from his head to put it back on.

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abrogatebound:

dazai chuckles, walking a little closer to the shortest of the pair. gingerly places a hand on his head, picking up his hat to set it on his own head. ❝ yes, i suppose daffodil’s are nice… ❞ he gets closer, their foreheads slightly bumping together while tucking a strand of chuuya’s hair behind his ear. ❝ but i think a gardenia suits you better. ❞

   "---Oi-!" And there went his hat. But it wasn't like it was in any jeopardy unless Dazai opted to throw it to the wind and let mother nature have her way with it. And since that didn't look to be the case, he just let out a sigh and accepted the affection.  "Choke on some lemongrass."