[ Dazai wants to say he doesn’t care; Chuuya could rip his throat out just like this and he’d laugh. Except that’s not entirely true. He dislikes the cold, impassive look—Dazai would far rather and angry Chuuya, with some expression on his face. This is as good as a corpse, isn’t it? But somehow, Chuuya feels the same as ever, the same weight, the same curve of his body. And he’s still just as strong.
Perhaps Dazai ought to struggle, to play at this stupid cat-mouse game he’s supposed to be part of, but he won’t. Chuuya can’t infect him; the most he can do is kill Dazai, and that’s not something Dazai has ever run away from. How ironic it would be, though.
Or maybe not, because this isn’t Chuuya. It’s just some mindless thing Dazai decides he hates even more. But—he does stop, when Dazai speaks, and for a moment, his gaze shifts back to Chuuya’s face, some sort of expectation that maybe he’ll see something familiar there.
It doesn’t happen, of course. What does happen is a burst of pain, teeth tearing through bandages that may as well not even be there. Dazai refuses to make a noise, because he doesn’t care, but when the warm slick of a tongue touches skin, he grimaces. Yes… that feels like Chuuya. Suddenly and inexplicably, Dazai is irritated at this thing for masquerading as something its not, and he attempts to get a knee between them, attempts to push away the weight on top of him with a well-placed forearm. ]
Pathetic. Disgusting. Chuuya. [ He snaps the words like they might do something. ]
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Date: 2022-08-24 09:20 am (UTC)Perhaps Dazai ought to struggle, to play at this stupid cat-mouse game he’s supposed to be part of, but he won’t. Chuuya can’t infect him; the most he can do is kill Dazai, and that’s not something Dazai has ever run away from. How ironic it would be, though.
Or maybe not, because this isn’t Chuuya. It’s just some mindless thing Dazai decides he hates even more. But—he does stop, when Dazai speaks, and for a moment, his gaze shifts back to Chuuya’s face, some sort of expectation that maybe he’ll see something familiar there.
It doesn’t happen, of course. What does happen is a burst of pain, teeth tearing through bandages that may as well not even be there. Dazai refuses to make a noise, because he doesn’t care, but when the warm slick of a tongue touches skin, he grimaces. Yes… that feels like Chuuya. Suddenly and inexplicably, Dazai is irritated at this thing for masquerading as something its not, and he attempts to get a knee between them, attempts to push away the weight on top of him with a well-placed forearm. ]
Pathetic. Disgusting. Chuuya. [ He snaps the words like they might do something. ]