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[dressing]

[As a human, Chuuya is insanely strong. As a vampire, without self-limits? Dazai can't even hope to outrun him, so he doesn't bother. They've fought before, and Dazai has lost plenty (not that he'd willingly admit it), but this is different. No amount of teasing is going to snap Chuuya out of it, and no amount of manipulation is going to get him to relent.

Is this how Dazai will end up dying? He'd laugh, but it feels pointless to gloat about it when Chuuya isn't aware enough to understand it.

Ah... he can't help himself.]

Is this how you end up falling, Chuuya? It's really quite pathetic; you've completely lost that humanity you craved so desperately, you know?

[As if saying the worst things he can think of might snap Chuuya out of it, even though Dazai is aware that's not how this works. Still... if it did, if Chuuya were to punch him in the face right now with that angry expression Dazai knows so well, he wouldn't be terribly mad about it.

Dying like this would absolutely suck, to be honest. It's not going to be painless at all. What a pity.]

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[indensity]

[Chuuya doesn't hesitate. He doesn't pause to wonder why his prey isn't running away, because something like that is no longer important to him. His face is expressionless, eyes dark and cold as he charges into Dazai, pushing him to the floor and landing on top, pinning him by the shoulders.

His orders are clear, and they're all that matters. Bite, infect - he can't infect Dazai, but in his current state he doesn't know, or doesn't take his own knowledge into account, because he's not here to make opinions for himself. He roughly pushes Dazai's face to the side and leans down.

And stops when Dazai's speaks.

No, those words don't matter. Why would they matter? Nothing here matters.

Those bandages won't stop him either. Chuuya closes that distance and bites, tasting blood and fabric, spitting out the latter in annoyance before leaning back down, lapping up hot red blood like he's starving.]