Manipulator of Gravity

It was nice to see, just how easily these two were getting on. But Chuuya's always been good at making friends. So was Atsushi. He really does envy that, being able to have such close relationships so easily. That was what normal people did.

He wished he was normal. In any capacity.

The burn of whiskey down his throat did vaguely do something to make Dazai more aware of himself and where he was, even if he was starting to shut off. There's too much to process, too much to consider, too much to worry about. Atsushi listened, understood, and accepted the situation, and that was good. Yet he's still worrying. He's always worrying though. Worrying and overthinking everything that could happen at any point. He's nothing if not paranoid. He sets his glass down amidst the daze he's sinking back into, and he stares down at the table without really looking at anything.

Sorry, tiger cub. Sleeping might not be happening tonight.

He's pulled back into reality by a pair of arms around him with a familiar warmth, and he glances down at the redhead. Conflicting feelings of wanting to reject the affection and wanting to cling to it fight in his chest. He swears becoming friends with this idiot just made things so much more difficult... He turns his gaze away, but he at least raises a hand to rest it lightly against the back of Chuuya's head. Hesitantly, even. Almost timidly. He doesn't know what he wants.

"It's fine. I can do them. They won't take long. Still need to change out of my work clothes too, and...medication..."

He trails off, not quite as focused as he'd like to be. He needed...something to do. At this point, he didn't care what.

Now that Atsushi was gone it was very apparent just how much the brilliant man was slipping into dissociation. It hadn't been that often before that he'd caught Dazai in its throes but he was aware of it more often these days. It was likely just because the man allowed himself to be vulnerable around the redhead now a days so he saw it more. Of course, when he noticed it Chuuya did what he could to help care for the other even if it wasn't much.

So as he saw Dazai slipping again he'd gone over to hug him and suggest they take it easy. It was just natural for him in this more drunken state to offer the physical affection side, unsure of how else to bring Dazai back. At least it seemed to have helped a bit given the unsure hand placed to the back of his head, plus the list of things given to do as well.

"Mmm, well let's get medicine taken care of first shall we? Then there's a less likely chance of forgetting it."

Sure, he'd normally have no problems remembering to remind Dazai to take the medications he needed under normal circumstances, it wasn't quite so easy right then. Especially not when all he wanted to do now that the excitement was over was sleep off the alcohol. However, he shook off that feeling to instead take the brunette's hand and start to lead him off to the bedroom where the pill bottles were.

"I can see why you like your tiger cub by the way. He's a sweetie," he speaks up randomly, doing what he can to keep Dazai present.

If he ever wakes up, Dazai thinks to himself. He'd rather not contemplate it too much. He'll just get more stressed out, being so uncertain if Sigma will even have the chance to live the life Dazai tried so hard to ensure he would get. Maybe he did fail. Maybe keeping Sigma alive was...pointless.

He tries not to disconnect, focusing on how the other two were interacting so sweetly with the things they have in common. He knew that this would be good for them both. Their situations aren't exactly the same, but they're startlingly similar. If anyone would understand them, it would be each other. Dazai is honestly a little envious. He wonders what it would be like to have someone that understood him.

"I think I'm doing a good job of increasing that number."

It's thrown in with a soft chuckle. It surprised Dazai, how easily Chuuya was purring tonight. He really must be happy, and drunk, because he's certainly never done it around him before in the years they've known each other. Which is a real shame, but he's more than happy to be blessed with it now. Hearing that whine once he stops petting the redhead though, now that was funny, and he can't help but laugh a little. Aw, poor pouty puppy.

And then he's blinking and it's his turn to pout at what Chuuya says. How dare he. But, he decides to allow it. Because that's just too cute. It's certainly not what Atsushi was expecting, and it takes just a second to realize what was happening before the weretiger is smiling and hugging Chuuya back with a gentle squeeze.

"You too! I've always got my phone on me if you ever need anything. Thanks again for dinner too!"

There was one more little purr before they parted, and he had to giggle lightly as he watched Chuuya proceed to float. He really did like this guy, more than he thought he would when he first came here. The last thing he expected was to make friends with a mafioso like him, but here they were. And he's not complaining. He looks up when Dazai comes over after getting up, and the tiger cub wasted little time in latching onto him with a hug too, making the other freeze up for a second.

"Stay safe, okay? Remember to take your medication and try to sleep tonight. And eat something in the morning this time."

It's not like he hasn't heard it before. It felt like there was always someone fussing over Dazai now. And somehow, he's still not used to it. But he just laughs quietly, giving Atsushi a little squeeze.

"Alright, alright... You got it, tiger cub."

Pulling back, Atsushi stares up at him for a good few seconds with a firm gaze, before putting on a smile. He doesn't know how much he believes it at this point, but he'll try to. He gave the two of them a wave, a cheerful goodnight and another thanks, and headed out.

Dazai waits until he hears the apartment door open and close again, and something in him suddenly wants to shut down harder than it did before as he processes everything that just happened while he stares at nothing in particular. That disconnect is coming and he doesn't really have it in him to prevent it now that Atsushi was gone. That was exhausting, to say the least. He makes an effort to not remain frozen though, even if it's only to reach over for his glass of whiskey.

And he brings it to his lips and downs the rest of it.

Dazai and Atsushi weren't the only ones concerned about the enigmatic man's condition. He was surprised to hear that the other was still sleeping... Had they accidentally doomed him with all those drops or was there something else to it...? He didn't know and thankfully could'nt focus on it for long in this condition. No, his attention is once again drawn back to his companions.

While Chuuya couldn't be sure and had no proof of it, he figured that Dazai still needed the distraction and comfort right then. Hence his continued purring and clinging, even as his attention is naturally on Atsushi as they were conversing. That is it was until Dazai chimed in and he chuckled a bit at what was said.

"Yeah, for once you aren't annoying the ever living shit out of me."

It's said teasingly, no bite to it at all and he remains purring softly, barely there. It was something he inwardly found surprising that he was still doing it. After all, normally he wouldn't dare be purring like this for long but between being drunk and surrounded by people he felt comfortable around he couldn't help but purr. It only grew again when he was hugging Atsushi. Really, what a good tiger cub~!

"I'll try to remember that, and it was no problem. If you're ever hungry just let me know, I love to cook and it always tastes better when shared."

It was a hobby he'd picked up as he got older, a suggestion from Hirostu ironically. A better outlet for his stress than continuously destroying the training equipment at the mafia with his ability while beating the shit out of it. He had to give the older man credit, it certainly had worked.

Once he'd let the other go so he could get a hug from Dazai and was just floating in the air nearby he began to hum quietly while watching, almost looking like he was laying on his stomach without a care in the world. In actuality he was assessing his former partner's condition. He knew deep down, under his drunken stupor, that the brunette was still struggling from everything happening. So he wanted to help somehow.

Once he too hears the door shut and knows they are alone again he drops from floating nearby to walk over to the clever man. He watches as the other man drinks the rest of his whiskey down before approaching and hugging him more gently than before.

"Let's just put the leftovers away then we can just relax. Leave the dishes for tomorrow."

"What he doesn't know won't hurt me~"

God knows if Sigma had known, Dazai would get quite the smack. But hey, at least he'd saved the enigmatic man's life. Suffered a broken leg and a number of bullet wounds for it, thanks to a certain redhead clinging to him, but it was worth it. Honestly, did he really need to shoot him that many times? So unnecessary.

His gaze does drift to Chuuya when he can feel just how tense he is at his own slip up, but of course he simply smiles, because Atsushi by no means sees the mafioso any differently. It was never a worry, and he's glad to have Chuuya realizing that. If anyone could understand, it would be this sweet tiger cub, who even gives a little purr of his own.

"Yeah! It really is. I only found out I could after I joined the Agency."

After all, he never exactly had a reason to purr before. Or maybe it was because he was more connected with Byakko now. It was really hard to tell, but...he didn't really mind it. Most of the time. It seemed to make people happy, so...

And God save Dazai, because these two are really cute... Not something he ever thought he'd ever explicitly think about Chuuya. Usually it was an intrusive thought that he buried when it popped up. Guess he's giving up on that today. He can't help the little giggle when the redhead starts purring again from his simple petting. He really was like a stupid little dog. A purring dog? He's not certain, but he's pretty sure dogs don't purr. Either way. He can't resist being a bit of a tease, a smirk on his face as his fingers slowly leave Chuuya's hair and his voice gains a slightly lower tone.

"Because~ If we stay like this, I'm going to start complaining and I won't keep petting you. We can get more comfy afterwards~ Besides, I wanna hug my tiger cub goodbye."

Seemed like plenty of valid excuses to him.

"Pffft, he'll find out somehow I'm sure, mackerel."

Chuuya chuckles but even he had to admit that what Dazai had gone through to save the man was impressive. Especially getting shot by himself a number of times. Sure, he'd stopped the bullets from actually hurting the man seriously but that didn't mean he'd stopped all the pain. After all, at the time, he'd still been plenty pissed off and had a fair bit of hate in him towards Dazai. Plus he had to make it believable.

At least that was in the past since just seeing Dazai smile when he tenses does give him some comfort. It was okay... Atsushi wouldn't treat him any different and that was proven moments later. So he just fully relaxed again and kept leaning on the brunette comfortably. After hearing how Atsushi only recently learned he could purr he chuckles a bit and looks a bit spacey for a few moments as he tries to remember when he'd learned of his own purring ability.

"I... Can't really recall when I learned I could but I can count the number of times I've done so on one hand."

It wasn't like the red head had many reasons to do so in his line of work. Nor any real friends to feel safe enough to let it slip out anymore. Well... That wasn't really true anymore now was it? He had two friends right here and that made him give a little smile at the realization. Even if one still got on his nerves sometimes.

Case and point when he stopped his petting, he all but pouted and whined at the loss. Hmph! Right when he was relaxing too! Then he heard that change in tone and he had to try very hard to not react cause oh... That was unexpected. To cover it up he just huffs and actually pouts a bit.

"Fiiiiiiiine... But I get to hug Atsushi first," he smirks as he straightens up from clinging to the brunette to instead walk over and hug the younger man with a grin. Of course, in his drunken logic, he'd just beaten Dazai to the punch is all and that was good for him. He giggles a bit with a smile to the other, "seriously don't forget you can message me okay? And be safe getting home!"

Let's him go soon after and decides to just float in the air nearby for absolutely no reason other than to keep from reclinging to Dazai.

Dazai does laugh softly, even if this does baffle him. It's rare Chuuya was this happy ever, let alone this affectionate. Not that...he's annoyed by it. The physical contact, while a little overwhelming at first, was doing well to keep him in the present. It was hard to let his mind stray when there was a warmth against him and that stupid voice in his ear. Maybe he should act more annoyed, but it was just Atsushi here... He didn't think they needed to put on an act when it's just him. This was okay... That's what he's telling himself, at least.

"Knowing Dazai-san, I'm sure he mostly thought it would be funny."

Atsushi gives his mentor a look, to which Dazai merely responded with a smile and a slight shrug. The weretiger breathes a sigh, but he's quickly amused again by hearing Chuuya's little struggle. His ears even perk as he hears that purring from the other and he can't help but really smile, his tail swaying behind him. Oh that was so sweet.

"I didn't know you could make that sound too, Chuuya. It's really cute."

Proven right again, Dazai knew that Atsushi of all people wouldn't never judge his former partner for his 'inhuman' traits. No, the tiger cub would just be relieved to not be the only one. Dazai can't help but smile too, raising a hand to gently pet Chuuya's head.

"The cutest, isn't he? Now c'mon, kitty needs to go home and fishy needs you to get the fuck off of him so he can clean up~"

Perhaps that was part of the reason Chuuya felt the need to drape himself over Dazai's shoulder like a shawl, to keep the man from spiraling right then. Whatever logical part of his brain that wasn't addled by the alcohol anyway. He should be complaining more about the ways the brunette annoyed him but he just couldn't be assed to right then. Not when he was so content and happy. Besides, it didn't seem to be concerning Dazai so he wouldn't be either.

"You'd be right, heh heh. Poor man probably was covered in bruises. Just glad he's in good hands."

It was better that the Agency had him in their care since the Mafia would've just abused his ability whenever he woke up. They wouldn't take care of him like the others would... Yeah it was better this way.

At first when Atsushi points out his purring he freezes and looks a unsure. Fuck, had he been purring? However, he soon relaxes again when it's obvious that the weretiger wasn't going to take it poorly, even looking excited at the prospect that he wasn't alone. So he nods though he doesn't elaborate on why he could make that noise. Even drunk he knew not to reveal anything about Arahabaki.

"Could for as long as I can remember. Nice to know I'm not the only one."

Chuuya returns to smiling to him and oh then Dazai begins to pet his head so the purring returns even louder. Aaaaah one of his weaknesses, just play with his hair in any form. He just huffs at what Dazai says and pouts.

"But I'm comfy, you're cool, and you're petting my hair, why the fuck would I want to move?"

Oh, Chuuya really was a mess. But, in a better way than usual. He was happy right now, so it was less annoying at least. And it does something to Dazai to see him so stupid and giggly. Dumbass slug, already getting drunk. Being oddly...clingy too. Not that he thinks he minds... It was just strange. He breathes a huff of amusement as Chuuya bats his hand away.

"Yeaaah, you sure did, huh? Lucky slug."

It was probably mostly the alcohol, but he's surprised that the other was this happy about getting a new friend in Atsushi. It's nice to see though. Especially after The Flags. There was Shirase and Adam, sure, but it wasn't like they lived in Japan. Then his thoughts are dropping and he freezes when Chuuya's nuzzling him and practically purring in his ear like some stupid little cat. What the hell. He can feel his face warming up a bit, for whatever reason, and he struggles to not crack a smile, because this is really fucking weird but really fucking cute too. God help him. What's wrong with this guy? He rolls his eyes, forcing himself to remain composed, especially because Atsushi is looking at them with that knowing smile that he really doesn't like.

It's hard not to, when those two look so cute right now. But Atsushi decides against teasing them. He doesn't want to leave Kyouka waiting too long. He hums at first, putting his phone back into his pocket, before blinking and lifting a brow at what Chuuya says.

"You--... Actually, nevermind. Yeah, we've been caring for him in the Agency's infirmary. I'm sure he'll wake up eventually..."

Eventually... It's been months now, and while he won't admit it, he's been losing hope every day. He'd rather not think about it too much... Seeing Dazai give him a sympathetic smile, he simply returns it, before standing up with a sigh, his tail flicking back and forth.

"It was nice getting to properly meet you though, Chuuya. Feel free to text me whenever, yeah? I wouldn't mind seeing you outside of work."

The smile he offers the redhead is warm as can be, and he means it. He really is more than happy to be a friend to Chuuya. The other deserved the kindness.

It really was strange to him in the back of his mind under all the fuzz and fog that he felt this happy. Normally he was filled with such either rage or sorrow when he was drunk that this was just too strange. However, he wasn't mad at Dazai anymore and he'd even gained a new friend tonight... One that would most likely be staying around this time. God he was so sick of the loneliness and grief. In fact as his thoughts drift and stray to that his giddiness ebbs away a bit and pain flashes into his eyes. Then he's distracted by Dazai speaking and he gets giddy again and grins.

"Heeeeeey, you're the one that befriended him first y'know."

Chuuya chuckles and resumed his rather affectionate leaning against the taller man. He didn't know why he wanted to be so close right then but he chalked it up to drunken whims and how happy he was. It only makes sense right then. Either way, he thinks that he's stumped poor Dazai with his shenanigans so that's fun! He gives another little set of giggles at this because he so rarely stumps the other man that this was so funny to him. Then again, he would probably laugh at just about anything right then.

"Eh, it was Dazai's idea to use my ability to float him then drop him! Thought the shock might wake him up maybe~ It's good to know he's being care for though~"

Sure he didn't know literally anything about the strange man but he knew that Dazai had done a lot to save him, going so far as to get hurt on purpose. He really only did that for people he liked far as he knew. It'd be nice to finally meet the two tone haired man one day when he wakes up. Hopefully it'd be soon... It really had been a while since all that shit show mess after all. Thankfully he's drawn from his rather darker thoughts while thinking about having to cooperate with and obey Fyodor's orders in disguise by Atsushi speaking up again.

"It was nice to meet you too under better circ...um... um... stances!"

The red head grins to the younger man, pleased that he'd figured out how to say that last word even while less than sober. So pleased in fact he'd started to purr all over again, just a soft, gentle sound as he remains draped over Dazai's shoulder, seemingly perfectly content in that moment.

"God, I know. He'll sooner jump off a bridge than actually get his work done."

Atsushi huffs in amusement though as he fires a look at Dazai, who only sticks his tongue out at both of them. This was just unfair how they were both teaming up on him. Dazai knew they'd get along, but this was absurd. They were so mean to him.

But...it was also really cute that they were getting along so well, especially while he watched his former partner waste no time in petting Atsushi when given permission. The weretiger didn't mind it a bit, fuzzy ears lowering a little as a purr rumbles in his throat. Being the Agency's 'therapy cat', as Dazai calls him ever so affectionately, he's plenty used to the petting. It seemed like it made others feel better, and it's not like he disliked it. He was always a sucker for affection. A funny mix of a little laugh and his purring left him, because it was easy to tell Chuuya was definitely not sober anymore. Hey, at least the other was more relaxed than he'd been when Atsushi first showed up.

And it was so funny and sweet, Dazai thinks, as he gets more of a hold of himself and his giggling. It's such a relief too, that Chuuya did finally have another friend that he could get close to with few worries. A much better friend than Dazai could be. Someone who wasn't so self-destructive and ready to die at least several times a week. Chuuya deserved someone better than that, and Atsushi was perfect. When said redhead's attention went to him though, Dazai tilts his head in some confusion as he comes over, and he freezes for just a few seconds when Chuuya drapes himself over his shoulder like an idiot. He blinks, before chuckling softly and reaching up to give the other's head a poke.

"Someone's drunk~"

This sort of thing, such close contact, might make him feel a little uneasy. Or at least, there was something funny bubbling in his chest. Anxiety? Maybe, or not quite. He's not good at placing his own feelings. It makes him feel something though, but he thinks it's okay for now... If anything, it would show Atsushi that this drunk dumbass did mean something to Dazai and deserved the help. Whatever that something was. And Atsushi does watch with a gentle smile, because it was so cute.

Drinking down the last of his own wine, having made sure to drink it slowly so he would make it home without hindering his awareness, Atsushi fishes his phone out of his pocket, at least five little cat or tiger charms dangling from the thing as he checked it with a hum.

"I should probably head out in a minute. I wanted to go back to the office to check Sigma one more time before going home. Did you want me to help with anything?"

Dazai takes his attention away from his rather endearing roommate and simply smiles.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of cleaning up since someone here is a little stupid right now. Let me know how our Sleeping Beauty is doing~"

Maybe one day, he'll wake up.

"Ugh I know!! He's suuuuuuuuuch a men...mener... menace! I feel bad for his new partner."

Yeah okay, Chuuya probably shouldn't have much more wine but he did want to finish his glass first. Perhaps he shouldn't have drunk it so quickly. The man giggles a bit at the idea of Kunikida having to deal with Dazai now given how serious the other was. At least Dazai seemed to cooperate more these days... Barely. Poor poor Kunikida.

For now though he's completely distracted soon enough by the purring weretiger before him. Oh how very cute~! Atsushi really was just so very cute! No wonder Dazai spoke of him so often, he was a good, kind kid that could purr when petted. Who wouldn't want to pet and talk with him. Maybe he should show Akutagawa this side of Atsushi... Might get the mafioso to ease up around him... Maybe. Probably not though. Oh well, more friend for him!

Then he was draped over Dazai's shoulder, leaning heavily against him, laughing some as his forehead is poked. Yup, he was a giggly drunk this time, so different from his usual grumpy or crying drunk stages. Chuuya lazily swats at the man's hand trying to get it away from his face.

" 'm not that drunk~ I'm just happy~! Got a new friend after all~"

And he really was for once happy, the alcohol just making it more obvious. He giggles again and nuzzles against Dazai's shoulder, his own little purr escaping his throat in the moment. It was so very rare that he did purr that he didn't realize that he even was right then. A little giggly purr. He doesn't quite realize that it's time for Atsushi to leave right away but when he does he pouts. Though whatever protest stops when he hears about Sigma.

"You guys are taking care of Siggy? Hope he's okay soon, feel kind bad I dropped his ass like 15 times," there's a little giggle that escapes him before he catches what Dazai says and pouts, "I am not stupid! You're stupid! Stupid, dumb fish!"

Yup that certainly would show them that he was fully intelligent at the moment.

For all the talents that Dazai does have, god knows he has very, very bad self-control. Barely enough when he was in company, absolutely none when he was alone. Honestly, it's a wonder he survived those two years he spend in hiding. Alone. Certainly didn't mean he was healthy when he finally decided to come out. Nor was he now either, but... He was still better than he was as a kid, more or less. But, if left to his own devices, he'd prefer to drink himself stupid tonight.

As if that was different from any other night. It was just more difficult while living with someone. Not that he'll express any of his current self-destructive desires, and only takes his drink while giving Chuuya a smile in return.

Atsushi blinks as he listens to Chuuya go off about his mentor, and he can't help but chuckle in some amusement. That's one thing that hasn't changed about Dazai then, he's always been a pain in the ass for everyone.

"That sure sounds like him. You poor guy."

Dazai just huffs, eyes narrowing a little as he takes a sip from his drink. Not that he's actually bothered at all. Nah, he thought it was funny.

"Wow, bitching about me to my own apprentice right in front of me. So mean."

The weretiger gives a roll of his eyes, it's Dazai's fault any of them have a reason to complain, before focusing his attention back on Chuuya and he hums at the idea. It was definitely a name no one would pick up on. Not unless they were otherworldly geniuses like Dazai or Ranpo, so Atsushi smiles.

"Sure! I like the sound of it. I- ah--"

He jumps a bit when he feels a touch to the tail he didn't even realize was there, a pair of fuzzy ears popping onto his head with the sudden start. He stares at Chuuya for a second, before he let himself relax and breathe out a small laugh, the fluffed up fur on his tail settling back down.

"It's okay, you just startled me. You can touch, I don't actually mind."

Maybe once he would've, but he's gotten a lot more used to physical touch while with the Agency, knowing not every hand is going to hurt.

Meanwhile Dazai is trying, and failing, to keep his giggling under control, because that was fucking funny.

It was a good thing that Chuuya knew of Dazai's bad tendencies since it meant he could hopefully keep an eye on the man. Of course he was making that difficult by getting progressively more drunk. Oh well, if he stuck by Dazai's side the entire time then he wouldn't have an opportunity to be stupid. With that plan in mind he relaxes more and turns his attention back to Atsushi.

"Oh he was the wooooooooorst! I struggled to keep his ass out of trouble aaaaaaaaall the time!" Chuuya then huffs at the way Dazai calls him mean, "what's mean is putting me through all that to begin with."

The red head gave a rather mighty playful glare and pout to the brunette before it breaks into smile at Atsushi's admittance of liking the nickname he'd thought of. That's good! He knew that his ability to think was lowered at the moment thanks to his less than sober state of being.

Then Atsushi jumped at his little pet to the other's tail and he jumped as well. He felt bad for doing it until he saw the fuzzy ears pop into existence as well and suddenly he couldn't find himself feeling bad anymore. Oh no those were so cute!! At the very least he's reassured that the weretiger isn't upset by his rude actions and he beams at the fact he could actually touch. Oh good! Without needing to be told twice he reached out and oh so very softly began to pet the other's head and ears.

"Soooooo soft~!"

There's now dumb giggles spilling from him at the cuteness of Atsushi with the ears and tail. Oh he was very well and fully drunk now and he couldn't care less. It was just strange because he was craving affection like no one's business. So when his attention is drawn to Dazai's giggling he blinks a bit and before he can think he goes over and just drapes himself over the other's shoulder.

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Dazai hates how he doesn't even notice he's spaced out staring at his empty glass until he registers he's being spoken to. His gaze lifts to Chuuya and he hums a little. He did want another drink... A few, actually. He could tell the redhead was probably well on his way to getting drunk though. He couldn't blame him, he knows just how anxious Chuuya has been about tonight, and all of this. Dazai was too, so maybe it wouldn't hurt to have one more drink. It's not like it would get him drunk, but it would give him that pleasant fuzz, and he really craved something to make it harder to think. So he nudged his glass in Chuuya's direction with a light smile.

"Yeah, why not. One more won't hurt."

He can't help but watch Chuuya, only because he was being so...strangely cute. Was that weird to think? Maybe. He doesn't like to think too hard on it. Especially not when seeing the other happy like this really did things to him. Not that he can make sense of what those things are. He could try to guess. But he doesn't want to.

Atsushi on the other hand really was finding this side of Chuuya rather endearing. He won't say it out loud, but Dazai was right. The executive was a lightweight. He thought it was pretty cute though. He laughed softly at the comment about his mentor, and Dazai just huffs.

"Heh, I can imagine. It drives Kunikida nuts especially."

He won't add that it's also...very worrying sometimes. There are days he'll be able to tell something is off with Dazai and try to text him, only to get nothing in response for hours. It was pretty frustrating... But it was much more concerning. It's not like he's ever gotten an actual answer other than Dazai saying he was just fine. Which he had a harder and harder time believing. He tries not to worry about that right now though... Even if he can already feel something off with the other. Maybe it's just the nerves about tonight. He hopes it's just that.

Eyes wide with curiosity and interest, the weretiger tilts his head to the side when Chuuya hovers the phone over to him and he reaches up to take it carefully. Sure, he's seen the other's ability before, but not in such a...non-violent way. It seemed like such a fun skill. A shame about the other part of it that was much less fun... He only hummed in response at first as he went to make a new contact, tapping his number into it, before looking up again as he held the phone back out to Chuuya.

"Yeah, I get that. As long as it's not 'kitten' like Dazai-san has me."

Another glare is shot over, and Dazai only giggles.

Even in his less than sober state, Chuuya could tell that Dazai was spacing out a bit. It was a relief that his question drew the other man back again and while he wasn't sure if he should let the other have another drink it was too late to take it back now. So he merely nods with a smile to the brunette and makes him up another glass before going back over to the table to sit down. It was true that he was stressed but thankfully the change in topic and alcohol was doing wonders at getting him relaxed and calm again.

"Here you go bandage machine."

There's a little chuckle that escapes him and it's a good thing neither of them mention his lightweight tendencies with his preferred drink. You'd think after drinking for so long he'd have built up a resistance but sadly for him he hadn't. At least now he wasn't an angry drunk but he'd have to be careful about drinking in public now. He'd have to continue to bitch about Dazai after all and try to take care not to spill the beans about this arrangement.

"Oh I can sympathize with him! Dazai used to just leave me on read for daaaaaaays! It was so frustrating! Especially if we needed to coordinate for things! Then I'd have to go find his ass and most of the time it was to save his ass from some stupid thing or other. Got reeeeeeally good at swimming to save him from the river."

Okay, maybe it was still easy for him to complain about Dazai. At least under certain circumstances. Either way after Atsushi inputs his phone number he hums in thought. Then he gets an idea and perks up instantly. Oh this was such a good idea! It was even better than mackerel!

"I wouldn't dare use 'kitten' it'd either be a dead give away or give the wrong impression. But I did just think of a good one! What do you think of Tsukishiro? 'Pale moon' kanji specifically? Tsuki for short!"

Honestly Chuuya thought it was ingenious given the ties to moon and white fur Atsushi had. Actually... the red head finally noticed the other's tail that had formed and he was a bit too fuzzy to stop himself from reaching out to pet it gently. However he does realize what he's doing soon after and pulls back quickly.

"Shit sorry! It just looked so soft!" ... it was very soft actually.

The pause that Atsushi notices in the redhead puts a brief worry in his chest, but he does no more than soften his smile, and sit patiently. He can't imagine what it's like trying to have relationships in the Port Mafia. Sure, he doesn't know about everything that goes on, but from the things he's heard from Akutagawa, it's fucking rough. And it sounded like Chuuya's been through a lot... Probably more than he has. So, kind-hearted as he was, he'd like to be there for the other. And the response he gets makes him smile all the brighter with a simple nod.

And something about watching this really did something weird to Dazai's chest. Something weird and warm and fuzzy from seeing these two so happy to become friends. Chuuya was being awfully brave for it, or maybe he's just drunk, but either way. Dazai was kind of jealous of that bravery. It's still very difficult for him to make and keep relationships, for a lot of reasons. He wants to have them, of course he does, but there's always that fear of losing them just as easily.

Maybe that's one of the bigger reasons he wants to die so badly sometimes. Avoid feeling that pain again.

His mind almost slips again and it takes an extra second to figure out what Chuuya had said, and he just lets out an amused huff, leaning forward to rest an elbow on the table, prop his chin on his hand after taking a last drink from his glass, and then proceed to stare at it with the contemplation of having more. He probably shouldn't have too much, mostly to keep an eye on Chuuya, but at the same time, he needed...something.

Atsushi just laughed a little. Share him? As if he was some kind of possession or something. Not like he minded. He knew it was only fun. He did perk up though with another smile. He really felt honoured, honestly, to be accepted so willingly by a Port Mafia executive. To the point that it almost made him feel uneasy, but... If Chuuya was Dazai's friend too, then it was okay.

"Alright, cool. Would I be able to ask for your number in that case? Since someone never looks at his damn phone when I try to text him."

A look was shot in Dazai's direction, who just innocently glanced away. Couldn't be him.

It wasn't apparent that his pause had given Atsushi a reason to worry to the red head at the moment. To be fair he was rather distracted by the fact he was worried himself, thinking of his past friends, and naturally he was tipsy now. Not fully drunk but certainly not sober either. It was at least making it easier to be brave about accepting Atsushi as a friend.

Chuuya beams happily at the smile he gets from the weretiger and he finishes his own wine. Noticing that Dazai also finished his drink he tilts his head and hums some. He knows that the brunette likely won't drink that much since he himself was getting more drunk but he figured it couldn't hurt to offer another round to him.

"Would you like another glass, mackerel? I'm gonna get another."

With that said he gets up and walks over to get the wine. He hums contently, just a silly little tune because he's happy with the fact he's got a new friend and is with his newly friended long time rival. Chuuya should be more wary of having a friend with a rival organization but if Dazai thinks it'll be okay he would trust that. He pours another glass of wine and sips at it contently. The red head doesn't walk back though until he knows if Dazai wants another glass or not. However he perks up at the question to have his phone number.

"Oh right, yeah, Dazai has a shitty time with his phone all the time man. Can't tell you how hard it was to get a hold of him as a teenager."

He chuckles and pulls out his phone to pass it over to Atsushi after unlocking it by floating it over with his ability.

"There go ahead and add yours to my contact. We gotta think of a good nickname for you though so it isn't obvious to others that you're from the ADA. I just don't want either of us getting in trouble y'know?"

Normally, Atsushi would definitely get huffy at his mentor's possessive behavior and silly nicknames, but he couldn't help but laugh at just how whiny Dazai gets. It really was so funny, and it really did settle any uncertainties he had before. Chuuya wasn't as scary as he first thought, and Dazai... He was wrong to have any doubts about Dazai. Of course the other has changed. It was clear as day.

There's a small pause from the weretiger at the next thing he hears from Chuuya. Friend? Huh... His head tilts to the side with a lighter smile on his face and a striped tail that sways behind him. Which he didn't actually notice.

"You wanna be? I'm still getting used to having friends, but it's been nice. I wouldn't mind more."

It wasn't as though their 'opposing sides' meant much of anything to him. He was on good terms with the Akutagawa siblings, after all, and if Dazai was this close to Chuuya, then that meant it was fine.

And as pouty as the ex-mafioso was being right now, watching these two does bring a small weight off his shoulders that he didn't even know he had. This was exactly why he wanted them to meet, of course. He knew that Chuuya needed the companionship, and just how hesitant he was about that after The Flags died. Dazai hadn't been exactly friendly with The Flags (maybe Albatross every now and then just because it was funny to piss off Chuuya with him), but he knew how close the redhead had held them. So yes, he wanted to tell Atsushi all this because it would be good to have backup. But it was mostly for Chuuya. He could use a good friend that was as hard to kill as Atsushi

Brown eyes shift towards the other when he felt a poke at his shoulder, even the light contact doing well enough to keep him here, and he really can't stop himself from smiling. It was easy for him to tell Chuuya was a little drunk already. Lightweight. He lets out a dramatic sigh, but it's clear it's just as playful.

"I suppose I can share Atsushi with you, but you are not stealing him!"

Chuuya was letting himself feel the alcohol a bit more than he usually would unless he was super stressed. Then again, he was under the silly banter and teasing actually. He always did get stressed when dealing with Corruption in any form. And perhaps he wanted to loosen up faster so he was letting himself drink his wine a bit faster than intended but it was alright.

Though what Atsushi says does make him pause in turn. Naturally he was wary of making a new friend for real given what seems to happen to all his friends. There was a fear that flashes through his chest at the idea that something would happen to this kind young man as a result of befriending him but he tried to remind himself that Atsushi was actually incredibly difficult to kill. Akutagawa had always attested to that. So he lets himself smile and relax more.

"I'd be glad to have you as a friend if you want to be friends."

It made something warm in his chest to say that aloud because seriously, how long has it been since he's had a new friend. One that didn't fear him because of his status or ability. It was nice. So he happily sips on his wine in celebration, especially when he sees Dazai relaxing and staying present with the current conversation topic and gentle poke. Good, he wanted to keep the brunette present in the moment so he was doing what he could despite the increased fuzziness forming in his mind.

"You'll share him huh? But if we're friends then I get equal rights to see him~! Speak of that, you're welcome to come over whenever you want now that you know by the way Atsushi. Just give a heads up."

The redhead grins happily cause he actually very glad the more it sinks in that he has a new friend.

Dazai only blinks at that, before glancing to the side, breathing a soft huff. Of course he cared... He didn't take Akutagawa in just to make him a weapon. He did it because...well... Maybe Odasaku did rub off on him. He found a couple orphans and wanted to give them a chance at life. He just...might've been too harsh. He's realizing that now.

It's difficult to not slip into all his thoughts that want to drag him under and drown him until he can't even figure out what's happening around him. This was going to be a rough night, he could tell. He already wanted to do something stupid, but excusing himself for an extended amount of time would probably be suspicious. Chuuya knew him too well. He'd just have to wait, he supposes. He just hates this numb feeling that's started to creep back in.

So it's odd, when something as dumb as hearing the redhead's laugh helps to ease all those thoughts and feelings, just for a little bit. He doesn't know why. He doesn't think on it too much. He just knows that it's weirdly grounding, and it does something funny to his heart.

What sucks is that it's at his own expense.

"Oh, I don't think I'd be opposed to that idea."

The weretiger's smirk widens at the absolute offense Dazai takes as he glances towards Chuuya, and he finds it much too funny that his mentor is on the other end of teasing for once. He can't help but laugh a little himself. Dazai's eyes shift between the two of them, before folding his arms and turning his head away. Oh, this was awful. He knew Atsushi and Chuuya were similar, but not this much!

"I'm heartbroken. Chuuya is corrupting my kitten, and right in front of me! Introducing you two is the worst idea I've had in my life."

It was good to see how Dazai really did care for the mafioso that was so hellbent on pleasing him. It would've been cruel otherwise and that didn't seem to be how the brunette man was anymore. Sure he could still be cruel but normally only to those that deserve it, certainly not to anyone else. It was strange to be on the receiving end of care and kindness actually but he was steadily growing used to it.

Meanwhile he couldn't help but give a little gleeful giggle at just what Atsushi says, rather delighted that he was joining in in the light teasing of Dazai. Though he was certain a bit of that delight was because he was feeling a little fuzzy too. Either way , he was glad that the weretiger was joining in the games on his side. Honestly he was a little surprised that he wasn't taking Dazai's side but he was probably tired of being called kitten or tiger cub.

"Heh heh heh, seeeeeee~? I can totally take him under my wing and teach him all sorts of things." Then he laughs further at what Dazai says and shakes his head. At least he didn't sound truly hurt, "nah it was a great decision. Could always use more friends honestly. It's been a while since I've made any."

He tried hard to not think of the Flags when he said that but they still slipped into his mind. Chuuya merely took a drink to avoid the pain that the memory caused him. Though he did try to hide that hurt behind his easy going smile and light poke to Dazai's shoulder, hoping the brief contact would ease him.

"You can trust Chuuya, kid. Besides, I'll be having some words if Mori does anything to my rabid little pup."

It's an odd reassurance that Dazai decides to add in. And he does mean it. Akutagawa was his, after all. Strange phrasing as it was, Atsushi still smiles as a weight in his chest lifts just a little more. As long as Akutagawa would be okay, he would try and relax. Geez, he's been worrying about that dumbass so much recently... It's hard not to when he seems so fragile sometimes.

Dazai, much as he does try to be okay, tends to be at the mercy of his spiraling thoughts even if he would refuse to let it show. Anyone that knew him knows that he handles his stress very poorly with alcohol or blades. Not many do, but Chuuya does, and part of him is glad the other knows when and how to grasp his attention and put it on something else. This shitty fucking idea isn't something he has to dwell on right now. That was something to internally kill himself over later.

So when Chuuya starts acting like a dick, he can focus on that easily. He fires a glare that lacked any real sharpness and huffs.

"No, bad Chuuya! You're a bad influence!"

"Pretty sure you're more of a bad influence than anyone, Dazai-san."

It's said with a smirk slightly playing on Atsushi's lips, and Dazai looks offended at such a statement. Placing a hand to his chest like he was so very wounded, he just pouts.

"Betrayal..."

Chuuya chuckles softly at the way Dazai seems to get possessive over Akutagawa and just smiles. Yup, he knew that deep down he really did care for the mafioso... In his own weird and unique way. Shame he didn't really know how to express that healthily to the young man. It might've made him a better fighter and person all around honestly. Naturally Chuuya just had to tease him a bit.

"Awwwww, lookit that, you do care~"

It might've been the influence of the wine he was drinking that was loosening the hold his anxiety had on him before but he was glad for the distraction. It was such a tense night and he still needed to make sure that Dazai didn't fuss himself into a anxious mess after all was said and done and they were alone once more. Even if it meant trying to stay awake for the man he would try. Dazai didn't deserve to be left alone with all this bullshit.

For now though? It was time to mess around and distract from everything with light teasing. Chuuya just laughs lightly at the way Dazai calls him a bad influence and then it gets a bit louder at Atsushi's reply and Dazai's reaction. Oh that was gold!

"Yeah mackerel, you're the worst influence~ Maybe I should adopt Atsushi as my protege instead? Teach him all about good food and drinks!"

Naturally he wouldn't actually steal the weretiger from the other or the ADA but he was trying to keep the mood light and jovial.

Hearing that, the worry in Atsushi's chest eases some. Good... Because he might just do something drastic if anything were to happen to Akutagawa again. By no means is he a violent person by nature, but he gets protective. Very protective. He's just surprised that idiot bastard is one of the people he feels the need to keep safe. He doesn't know when that changed. But he doesn't mind it.

"I'm glad... Thank you."

He gives Chuuya a light smile of relief. He honestly didn't expect the other to be this kind, with how Dazai always complained about him. Then again, Dazai was pretty dramatic. And speaking of him, Atsushi turned his gaze to him in some concern. Even with that smile and chipper attitude, Atsushi could tell there's a few things off about his mentor. He doesn't voice his worry though, because he knows he won't get an answer. Akutagawa was right, Dazai was avoidant when it came to anything.

Because Dazai can't bare to let any sort of vulnerability, any sort of humanity, show in front of people like Atsushi. He didn't want the worry, the pity, the sympathy, because they wouldn't understand anyway. So why bother letting them in? He hardly deserves their kindness. That thought process pauses when he feels a light warmth touch his leg under the table, and while he doesn't let any reaction show, there's a tension in his thin frame that eases slightly. His walls crack, just a little, but he has to hold them firm. His focus is trying to drift, something in his mind trying to disconnect, and he has to force himself to stay present. He was fine. This would be fine. So he just gives Atsushi a smile.

The weretiger doesn't seem entirely convinced, by either of them, but he simply nods and doesn't verbalize more of his concern. He leans back a little with a gentle sigh, taking a drink of his own wine while he's still wrapping his head around all of this. What a horrible situation... He really did feel for Chuuya. At the very least, he was glad the other wasn't alone. He knew Dazai would make sure it was okay. He always did. He perks up when Chuuya speaks again, and he finds himself relaxing more at the shift in topic with a slightly brighter smile.

"It was great, thank you. The wine is really nice too."

That gets a disgusted noise from Dazai, who had to snap himself out of the short moment he slipped into just staring into space. Not while Atsushi was here. He had to be fine.

"Ugh, you two are gross. I can't believe Chuuya would corrupt my kitten."

Atsushi just growls briefly in mild annoyance, glancing away with a light pink on his face. That nickname had to stop.

It surprises him the amount of relief he sees in Atsushi's frame when he says he can look out for Akutagawa. That was surprising... Sure he knew that Atsushi seemed to be on better terms with the mafioso but he didn't expect for him to be so relieved. It makes him think on how things have changed between him and Dazai as well. Guess the new generation of Soukoku was more like the previous than he thought.

"No problem at all. Like I said, he gets his missions done still and that's what Mori cares about."

Chuuya then turns his attention back to Dazai though after he says that and can feel concern welling up into his chest. He knew that this idea had been a bad thing to bring up right now but it was too late to take it back now. At least his attempt to bring the other back from his beginnings of dissociation a bit. He's known the brunette long enough to know the process that Dazai goes through when he hated a plan. It was nice to see that bit of tension leaving the other's frame.

With that done he returns his attention to Atsushi and looks so pleased that he liked the food and the wine. It made him grin brightly so very happy to hear that and then he laughs at Dazai's grumpy response. Oh that made him put on a smug face at that, of course not really serious but he wanted to distract them all from the serious talks for a bit.

"Oho~! I'm not corrupting anyone, he just has better taste~"

It was a light tease with literally no bite to it, just a bait for hopefully drawing the conversation into something more fun. He sipped more of his wine and chuckles, glad to feel the light fuzz forming in his mind. It was needed after such a stressful talk. Naturally he wanted to try and be careful about how much he drinks but he is craving the fuzzy thoughts that came with being drunk.

Atsushi perks up at that sudden question and he feels himself tense. Right... He averted his gaze, humming softly. It's something that worried him more recently. The Port Mafia had no qualms about killing where they see fit, and Akutagawa said he hadn't been doing that. He believed him.

"We made a deal. He wouldn't kill anyone for half a year, and, well... Then we'd fight to see who dies first, pretty much. That's what it was originally, anyway, because I wanted him to learn he can deal with things without just killing everyone that stands in front of him. But...it's been a pretty long while since then, and he's still keeping to that, even when he's not been obsessed with killing me anymore."

Something changed, and he doesn't even know when it happened, or what it was exactly. Something changed between them. Suppose saving the world together does that to people. At least, Atsushi knows that his own feelings about the mafioso had changed. And Dazai can't help but smile softly, even if he refrains from speaking up. His little project was turning out so well. That made him feel just a little better.

What made him feel worse though was this fucking idea. Because no, Dazai was not okay with it. He hated it. He didn't want to do this again, and he definitely didn't want to do it to Chuuya. He didn't want to act like Mori and do fucking experiments with him like this. But if he didn't, Chuuya and a lot of others could die. Dazai's quiet for a while, dark eyes staring at the table in front of him and void of emotion. Until he finally moves, lifts his glass to take a longer drink, it's a subtle sign of his stress. He can't show too much, not in front of Atsushi, so he puts on a lighter smile and tilts his head at Chuuya.

"Sure thing! Just another terrible idea to add to the collection we have going on. I'll need to get some stuff from my dorm for it."

Atsushi's eyes flicker between the two of them, clear uncertainty and worry riddling him. He also wasn't exactly keen on this idea, but...it's not as though he could offer a better one.

"Please just be careful, both of you..."

That gets a hum out of the mafia executive as well because yeah that sure sounded like Akutagawa. Or at least, the before that whole shit show with the Decay of Angels debacle. That may have changed a good portion of what he thought about killing these days. Chuuya gives a little smile to Atsushi though, "hey now that I know the reason I can try to keep the radicals from swaying Mori's mind subtly. I won't come right out with the reason but hey so long as he does his missions he should be safe."

Chuuya meanwhile was far mor invested in what Dazai's opinion on this idea was. He could tell that the brunette hated the idea. Hell, he wasn't exactly thrilled for it either but... They couldn't just let him run the risk of exploding when left alone. He hated the idea that he was putting Dazai into this position, honestly he wanted to take it back immediately if only for the other man's sake. However the reality was that he couldn't and he only frowns when he sees the way the other takes that longer drink. Damn Arahabaki and his Corrupted form to hell.

The red head resists the urge to reach over and place a hand on Dazai to over him comfort. Instead he merely brushes one of his legs against the other's to try and give him a sign that it would be okay. For now though he nodded to Atsushi.

"We'll be okay Atsushi, if this plan doesn't work then we can always figure something else out."

What that was he didn't know but he wanted to assure both men that it would be okay. For now he breaks his stern look and offers them a smile as he sips at his wine. He knew they could all use a break from the serious chats for a bit. It was certainly doing him no good right then and he knew it wasn't helping them either.

"So what did you think of dinner Atsushi? Also curious as to your thoughts on the wine too."

"I guess so... I grew up with a lot of pain, so I might just be used to it. At least that idiot behaves himself around me now... Aside from being annoying."

Atsushi says it with some level of fondness, surprisingly, staring at the table. Akutagawa hasn't tried to hurt him like that for a long time now. He was proud of that. And he misses how Dazai looks at him with the slightest, knowing smile. How funny, that he really did make another Soukoku.

With that response, Dazai only frowns in thought. He would need to be careful with what sort of dose he gave Chuuya, make sure it doesn't last too long, but long enough. He wouldn't be able to properly estimate any of that without...experimenting, and he hated that idea. The thought of doing that made him feel too much like Mori. It was hard to tell if it was that or the food in his stomach that made him feel sick. He'd actually eaten...quite a bit of it. It felt like a mistake already.

"My blood was often injected into skill users if it was too dangerous for me to be in close proximity, or if we wanted a prolonged inhibition, and I couldn't be expected to remain in contact with them all day, obviously. A lot of them crumble when they're physically unable to use their ability. They turn from a snarling predator, to a cowering rabbit, because they rely so heavily on what protects them. That's why most skill users are so afraid of me."

Oddly enough, he doesn't say it like he's proud of it. Maybe he was once, he found it funny to be feared, found it hilarious they all called him a heretic because he directly opposed what skill users were. He might've even gotten a kick out of injecting them with his blood, watching the dread and horror sink in and hearing them plead. Not now. Now, he hated the mere thought of being used like that again. Because that's what it was. Dazai had been a tool in the Port Mafia like everyone else. He'd just been a tool with privileges.

Chuuya was right. He had always been used. He just never wanted to realize it.

Unsurprisingly, Atsushi's expression only grows more unsettled, because that... Everything about that concept seemed awful.

"That...really does sound like torture. Are you sure it's safe?"

He's uneasy because it sounded like a pretty bad idea. He's uneasy because all this reminds him of just what Dazai used to be. Even if Atsushi didn't experience it himself, he knows what Akutagawa went through, and some kind of instinct in him flared at that simple thought. Dazai used to be a cruel person that committed horrible things. That scared him. But he also knows that people change.

And Dazai has.

There's proof of that, in the way that the ex-mafioso looks at Chuuya with a gentle concern that bleeds into his expression, and the slightly softer tone he uses.

"We can test it on our days off, if you're sure you want to do this. I can make up a dose and we can see how long it takes to wear off, and go from there?"

Chuuya blinks at what he says and hums in thought. Wow, those two really had taken after them hadn't they? That was kind of funny in a way but he couldn't help but pipe up about an observation he's made as well, "are you the reason he's stopped killing? A lot of the higher ups have been confused on this change in him and a few of the more... radical ones have begun to wonder about his loyalty. I personally see no issue since he still gets his work done effectively and that seems to be all Mori cares about as well but I'll admit to being curious about that change."

It could be dangerous for Akutagawa should Mori change his mind but so far it wasn't viewed as a problem. What was a problem right now though was the matter of finding a way to subdue Corruption without Dazai nearby. He hated this idea, knowing that he was one of those people that heavily relied on his ability for both offense and defense. If the dose was too big and lasted too long he would be essentially fucked, but if it was too little then the surrounding innocents would be.

"Yeah... I've seen too many people grovel and plead for any other form of torture before than be without their ability... It's... Not the greatest idea I've had either but it's all we've got right now. I... I'll admit that the idea of being without my ability is terrifying but like I said, I don't want to risk hundreds of innocent lives."

Chuuya hated to admit that out loud, feeling like it made him sound weak but he was trying to impress the seriousness of how he felt. Besides, it's not like it would last forever and if they could find the right dose then he'd be asleep for most of it anyway. The red head took a steadying breath but nods to Dazai when he mentions the idea of testing it on their next day off.

"Sounds fine to me... But that's only if you're on board with this stupid fucking scheme too. If you're not we can always try to find a different way."