[His words also come out as a murmur, and he doesn't sound particularly insistent on actually getting work done at the moment. And when Dazai kisses his lower lip, his eyes slide shut and he'll make that a full kiss once more.
They might be here for a while tbh. Work's on pause, gotta smooch.]
[ He'll hum into the kiss, but it doesn't sound like an agreeing or disagreeing tone. They can work after a good smooch session. They did need to make up for nearly dying and going through all of that shit now that they could be alone for a while.
Once they need to breathe again, he's pressing his forehead against Chuuya's to stay in close. ]
[There's still stuff to plan for too, like seeing if Dazai would be willing to reveal what team he's on to Akira. But smooches are distracting, and they did live through something traumatic, so.
He'll tug Dazai to lean against him while they catch their breath. Pressed close like this, it's fine. Chuuya is even going to use Dazai's own tactic against him and run a hand through his hair.]
[ He'll follow that tug and get as comfortable as he can leaning against him.
There is a sharp inhale as he feels those fingers through his own hair. He's now understanding why Chuuya likes it so much. Curling in closer to him as he let's out a content little sigh. ]
[That hand is not leaving Dazai's hair, though. Time to relax, Dazai, you need it. Maybe those fingertips can massage him into a nap. Chuuya is definitely leaning back so they can lay down in the garden for a bit, Dazai draped over Chuuya.]
[ As soon as Chuuya is laying down, he's going to scoot himself further on the other. He doesn't want to lay on his shoulders and regret it when he wakes up. ]
You usually kiss me instead.
[ It comes out more of a mumble. Yeah, he'll probably drift away like this. Nap and then they can talk more ]
[He sure feels it! And it makes his breath catch for a moment.]
We could take turns?
[It makes more sense in his head, okay?]
Like...you can kiss places other than the mouth, like the forehead or cheek or something. So we could take turns kissing different places, so we can breathe and kiss at the same time.
[Or they could figure out how to breathe through their noses like a normal person would.]
[ He can probably feel that Cheshire grin just before Dazai kisses the side of his neck. It's a soft, quick little kiss because he is le tired and getting sleepier. ]
[There will indeed be time for that later, but first they have to nap and have a serious talk. In that order.
So nap first, among the flowers in the garden and holy shit this is sappy af
But then they can wake up and collect themselves and sit up again. Chuuya will go ahead and tuck away the notebook until after he can talk with a certain someone else. There's other things to talk about, though.]
...Say, Dazai. You okay after all of that? Not just physically, but in your head too.
[ It's not sappy unless one of them says something about it.
Once they are sitting back up, albeit with care to not make him even more sore, he's going to poking at the flowers again.
There's a pause at the question because... lol. Is he ever? ]
Are you worried about me?
[ He has more energy, so the false playfulness is back in his voice. He is curious though if it's concern for Dazai for Dazai's sake or Chuuya's own. ]
What about you? Is Chuuya okay in the head, too?
[ He's going to look the other over and not really be subtle about it. He's checking for tells and trying to guess how Chuuya actually is. Sure, he probably had no issues killing who he did, but Chuuya was much more social in the House than Dazai. He made more connections and had to see all of those bodies and deaths. ]
[Chuuya is quiet, thoughtful. Those are sure signs that something is weighing on his mind, at it might be stuff from the mansion.
He's also looking over the flowers nearby as he talks.]
I'm fine, it was just...a lot, you know? Seeing all those times we failed, except they're just fake memories, but they feel like they're real. Dying. Being mad about dying. Having to face Randou again. You get the idea.
But that's why I'm asking about you. You had to fight Mori.
[ Looking at the flowers instead of looking directly at him.
He didn't feel anything about failing those other people... well not until it came down to two in particular. He did care about losing certain moments, even if he does wish he never came to certain realizations from time to time. The body pile at the end and failing to escape the house also weren't good.
Chuuya then brings up Mori. That gets a little change of expression, making it clear he's also thinking about it. ]
It was obviously a fake one... he slashed at me without even trying to make it look like something I would have done.
[ He's actually thought in great length how Mori would kill him or have him killed. Make it look like a suicide or help guide him to the most effortless way to go. ]
I would be lying though if I said the experience didn't do something to me.
Yeah, it was nowhere near as calculating as he is.
[Still, Chuuya understands what Dazai isn't saying there. And for a moment, Chuuya's expression softens. His thoughts on Dazai still translate into a bunch of incomprehensible garbage right now, but in that moment, when the three of them had to fight, Chuuya had honestly worried about Dazai. He didn't want Dazai to die.]
How did it make you feel? Because it made you feel something, right? Or else you wouldn't look like this.
The false memories were taking away memories that did have an effect on me, however little. You were also the one facing execution for a night and we never found Reito's killer.
[ Though there were some good to that which included not seeing Chuuya checking Reito's body. Though speaking of... ]
[Leaving that 'fun to watch' for later, since serious talk time, but he will come back to it.]
No, I can separate the two pretty well. I just can't forget how angry I was when I got voted out in the fake memories. Or how they just let me die without trying to save me. And then how it didn't matter in the end anyway, because everyone died.
...we can't leave them there, in a world like that.
[The implication of those memories is not lost on him.]
[ Lifting his hand up as he thinks about what he should do in this situation. It's not exactly like making out or leaning against each other. This is about giving some form of comfort to someone else, and that's something he's not really sure about especially when it comes to Chuuya.
Putting his hand on his shoulder to give it a squeeze. ]
I was thinking of putting together a list just as a reminder of what really happened and what doesn't make sense. Them not fighting for you doesn't make sense, Chuuya.
[ He has Akira as a stan after all and others who really didn't want to vote for him from what he could see. ]
We won't be leaving them with a different kind of ending, but we may have to consider the possibility of not finding a loophole in all of this to save everyone.
[There wasn't really time to fight, Dazai had been revealed with like ten minutes to go, but Chuuya still saw that and the subsequent execution as 'them not trying'.
And boy, those words sit heavy in his stomach. Preparing for the worst sucks.]
We'll need to focus on Winter's team, if it comes to it. If we use the lipstick to move me to that team, then between you, me, and Akira, that's nine people we can save. And if anyone else on Winter's team is from Blue's house, that's even more.
We- we can talk about exactly who to save if it comes to that. But we still have time.
[Reito is a no-brainer, but even counting him Chuuya and Dazai still have five more people they can save.]
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[His words also come out as a murmur, and he doesn't sound particularly insistent on actually getting work done at the moment. And when Dazai kisses his lower lip, his eyes slide shut and he'll make that a full kiss once more.
They might be here for a while tbh. Work's on pause, gotta smooch.]
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Once they need to breathe again, he's pressing his forehead against Chuuya's to stay in close. ]
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He'll tug Dazai to lean against him while they catch their breath. Pressed close like this, it's fine. Chuuya is even going to use Dazai's own tactic against him and run a hand through his hair.]
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There is a sharp inhale as he feels those fingers through his own hair. He's now understanding why Chuuya likes it so much. Curling in closer to him as he let's out a content little sigh. ]
If you keep that up, I might fall asleep.
[ Draping an arm across him. ]
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[That hand is not leaving Dazai's hair, though. Time to relax, Dazai, you need it. Maybe those fingertips can massage him into a nap. Chuuya is definitely leaning back so they can lay down in the garden for a bit, Dazai draped over Chuuya.]
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You usually kiss me instead.
[ It comes out more of a mumble. Yeah, he'll probably drift away like this. Nap and then they can talk more ]
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[His honesty peeks through as he works little circles into Dazai's scalp.]
But we just made out and we need to breathe now.
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Breathing is such a pain. Maybe we should work on how to breathe while kissing.
[ Or holding their breaths longer. ]
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We could take turns?
[It makes more sense in his head, okay?]
Like...you can kiss places other than the mouth, like the forehead or cheek or something. So we could take turns kissing different places, so we can breathe and kiss at the same time.
[Or they could figure out how to breathe through their noses like a normal person would.]
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Kissing other places, hmm?
[ He can probably feel that Cheshire grin just before Dazai kisses the side of his neck. It's a soft, quick little kiss because he is le tired and getting sleepier. ]
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I guess like that, yeah.
[His interest is piqued in new kinds of kisses though. Something to discover another time, when they're not tired.]
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Now you're the one being distracting, Chuuya. There will be time for that later.
[ They can live for another week so far. ]
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So nap first, among the flowers in the garden and holy shit this is sappy af
But then they can wake up and collect themselves and sit up again. Chuuya will go ahead and tuck away the notebook until after he can talk with a certain someone else. There's other things to talk about, though.]
...Say, Dazai. You okay after all of that? Not just physically, but in your head too.
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Once they are sitting back up, albeit with care to not make him even more sore, he's going to poking at the flowers again.
There's a pause at the question because... lol. Is he ever? ]
Are you worried about me?
[ He has more energy, so the false playfulness is back in his voice. He is curious though if it's concern for Dazai for Dazai's sake or Chuuya's own. ]
What about you? Is Chuuya okay in the head, too?
[ He's going to look the other over and not really be subtle about it. He's checking for tells and trying to guess how Chuuya actually is. Sure, he probably had no issues killing who he did, but Chuuya was much more social in the House than Dazai. He made more connections and had to see all of those bodies and deaths. ]
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He's also looking over the flowers nearby as he talks.]
I'm fine, it was just...a lot, you know? Seeing all those times we failed, except they're just fake memories, but they feel like they're real. Dying. Being mad about dying. Having to face Randou again. You get the idea.
But that's why I'm asking about you. You had to fight Mori.
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He didn't feel anything about failing those other people... well not until it came down to two in particular. He did care about losing certain moments, even if he does wish he never came to certain realizations from time to time. The body pile at the end and failing to escape the house also weren't good.
Chuuya then brings up Mori. That gets a little change of expression, making it clear he's also thinking about it. ]
It was obviously a fake one... he slashed at me without even trying to make it look like something I would have done.
[ He's actually thought in great length how Mori would kill him or have him killed. Make it look like a suicide or help guide him to the most effortless way to go. ]
I would be lying though if I said the experience didn't do something to me.
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[Still, Chuuya understands what Dazai isn't saying there. And for a moment, Chuuya's expression softens. His thoughts on Dazai still translate into a bunch of incomprehensible garbage right now, but in that moment, when the three of them had to fight, Chuuya had honestly worried about Dazai. He didn't want Dazai to die.]
How did it make you feel? Because it made you feel something, right? Or else you wouldn't look like this.
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Yeah, it made me feel something.
[ He's quiet for a moment. ]
The false memories were taking away memories that did have an effect on me, however little. You were also the one facing execution for a night and we never found Reito's killer.
[ Though there were some good to that which included not seeing Chuuya checking Reito's body. Though speaking of... ]
I went for Reito's body first.
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[He remembers some of that, with Dazai bothering Asch and all.]
When we were investigating, you mean? ...was it still a mess?
[Of course it was, but he still has to ask.]
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[ Ignore that he said watch you instead of watch the living. He'll look at Chuuya a that last question. ]
Yeah, it was still a mess.
[ There were ayabits in places ]
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[Yeah, he has to say it. But his face falls a moment later.]
...it wasn't real. What you saw, the fake memories, all those bodies? Not real. Just remember that, okay?
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You were a lot more fun to watch than the others, Chuuya.
[ He got to see embarrassing yelling confessing and bird fights that way. Watching those pretty blue eyes. ]
Are you having trouble remembering what's real?
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No, I can separate the two pretty well. I just can't forget how angry I was when I got voted out in the fake memories. Or how they just let me die without trying to save me. And then how it didn't matter in the end anyway, because everyone died.
...we can't leave them there, in a world like that.
[The implication of those memories is not lost on him.]
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Putting his hand on his shoulder to give it a squeeze. ]
I was thinking of putting together a list just as a reminder of what really happened and what doesn't make sense. Them not fighting for you doesn't make sense, Chuuya.
[ He has Akira as a stan after all and others who really didn't want to vote for him from what he could see. ]
We won't be leaving them with a different kind of ending, but we may have to consider the possibility of not finding a loophole in all of this to save everyone.
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[There wasn't really time to fight, Dazai had been revealed with like ten minutes to go, but Chuuya still saw that and the subsequent execution as 'them not trying'.
And boy, those words sit heavy in his stomach. Preparing for the worst sucks.]
We'll need to focus on Winter's team, if it comes to it. If we use the lipstick to move me to that team, then between you, me, and Akira, that's nine people we can save. And if anyone else on Winter's team is from Blue's house, that's even more.
We- we can talk about exactly who to save if it comes to that. But we still have time.
[Reito is a no-brainer, but even counting him Chuuya and Dazai still have five more people they can save.]
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