[He is very rude, but that comment just gets a snicker from him.]
Fine, fine, I'll give you a few more.
[These ones he actually holds out to Asch though, so their hands will touch and Asch gets a memory that I have to write out because there's no fukken clips of the scene I want on youtube.
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"Let's get moving, Dazai."
They won the fight easily, not that Chuuya had any doubts about it. After all, no guns or weapons stand a chance against his gravity powers. As long as he has that, he's unstoppable.
Chuuya starts to walk towards the house in front of them, stepping past the bleeding man on the ground. Since none of the men bleeding out on the ground will give away their boss's name, they're no use to him. He ignores their dying breaths as he starts to walk away.
"How unfortunate for you. Does it hurt?"
Those words- or rather, the way they're spoken in such a dead-sounding tone- stop Chuuya in his tracks. He looks back, and he sees Dazai standing over one of the bleeding men. In his hand is one of the handguns, likely picked up off the ground.
Dazai crouches down, talking to the man in a quiet voice. "It's too late to save you. Still, you won't be dead for another five minutes or so. That's five minutes of hellish suffering. I wouldn't be able to bear it."
Dazai clicks the safety off of the gun. "Do you want me to end your suffering for you?"
He pauses for a moment, eyes darting downward, and Chuuya follows his gaze to the growing blood puddle under the man.
Then he stands up, points the gun at the man, and shoots.
And he keeps shooting.
And shooting.
And while he shoots, a manic grin spreads across his face, the delight reaching even Dazai's uncovered eye.
That's when Chuuya finally moves. With one swift kick, the gun is launched from Dazai's hand and lands on the ground nearby. "Quit shooting corpses."
Instantly Dazai's face falls into a neutral look. It's almost like before, but Chuuya can see one key difference: Dazai's eye. It looks hollow, like he's dead and empty inside.
His words ring hollow as well when he says, "Ah. Of course. You're absolutely right."
It strikes something inside of Chuuya, too. It's not fear, not exactly, because Chuuya knows he can win a physical fight. But it's the first time he's seen Dazai lash out like that. Knowing Dazai is capable of that kind of violence is...
...well. Chuuya's just glad he's not on the receiving end of that mania.]
[he reaches out—and the memories flow both ways, conduit solidified between them. as Chuuya's grips Asch, Asch's own memory flows backwards into Chuuya, tunneling his own vision into the past.
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Date: 2020-07-03 02:44 am (UTC)But Chuuya is definitely taking all of the reese's cups that can be found in the kitchen. Asch better speak up if he wants peanut buttery goodness.]
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Date: 2020-07-03 03:26 am (UTC)Leave some of those nut butter cups for other people.
[LIKE! HIM!!]
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Date: 2020-07-03 03:34 am (UTC)[He will leave ONE.]
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Date: 2020-07-03 03:39 am (UTC)Please leave the nut butter chocolates so that other people can enjoy them.
[his hand curls into a fist. first one's free, you awful chocolate-stealing man!!!]
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Date: 2020-07-03 03:44 am (UTC)[He'll leave two there instead of one. Two whole chocolates to share!]
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Date: 2020-07-03 03:54 am (UTC)You are an absolute disgrace to goodwill.
[you are a rude boy.
but he takes his two choccy cups and leaves it at? that?? APPARENTLY???]
cw: gun violence, death
Date: 2020-07-03 04:31 am (UTC)Fine, fine, I'll give you a few more.
[These ones he actually holds out to Asch though, so their hands will touch and Asch gets a memory
that I have to write out because there's no fukken clips of the scene I want on youtube.---
"Let's get moving, Dazai."
They won the fight easily, not that Chuuya had any doubts about it. After all, no guns or weapons stand a chance against his gravity powers. As long as he has that, he's unstoppable.
Chuuya starts to walk towards the house in front of them, stepping past the bleeding man on the ground. Since none of the men bleeding out on the ground will give away their boss's name, they're no use to him. He ignores their dying breaths as he starts to walk away.
"How unfortunate for you. Does it hurt?"
Those words- or rather, the way they're spoken in such a dead-sounding tone- stop Chuuya in his tracks. He looks back, and he sees Dazai standing over one of the bleeding men. In his hand is one of the handguns, likely picked up off the ground.
Dazai crouches down, talking to the man in a quiet voice. "It's too late to save you. Still, you won't be dead for another five minutes or so. That's five minutes of hellish suffering. I wouldn't be able to bear it."
Dazai clicks the safety off of the gun. "Do you want me to end your suffering for you?"
He pauses for a moment, eyes darting downward, and Chuuya follows his gaze to the growing blood puddle under the man.
Then he stands up, points the gun at the man, and shoots.
And he keeps shooting.
And shooting.
And while he shoots, a manic grin spreads across his face, the delight reaching even Dazai's uncovered eye.
That's when Chuuya finally moves. With one swift kick, the gun is launched from Dazai's hand and lands on the ground nearby. "Quit shooting corpses."
Instantly Dazai's face falls into a neutral look. It's almost like before, but Chuuya can see one key difference: Dazai's eye. It looks hollow, like he's dead and empty inside.
His words ring hollow as well when he says, "Ah. Of course. You're absolutely right."
It strikes something inside of Chuuya, too. It's not fear, not exactly, because Chuuya knows he can win a physical fight. But it's the first time he's seen Dazai lash out like that. Knowing Dazai is capable of that kind of violence is...
...well. Chuuya's just glad he's not on the receiving end of that mania.]
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Date: 2020-07-04 12:33 am (UTC)[he reaches out—and the memories flow both ways, conduit solidified between them. as Chuuya's grips Asch, Asch's own memory flows backwards into Chuuya, tunneling his own vision into the past.
give them both a moment to... recover from that.]
Hm.