let’s dance

[dressing]

[Dazai loathes the idea of working with Chuuya. Hadn’t he already done his time? They’d spent years together, and he’d hated it just as much, so being told they’re partnered on a joint mission again is almost enough to make Dazai outright refuse. However, he also hates his plans going wrong, and for this one to work, he needs to be there. The one saving grace is that Dazai knows Chuuya is going to hate it just as much.

That hardly makes it easier, though.]

You step on my foot once, and I’m throwing you under the bus.

[They’re meant to be attending this gala together, and at least Chuuya more or less knows how to dress himself. Dazai had fussed and squirmed the entire time he’d been fitted for a suit, but he looks presentable, hair tucked behind his ear, no wrinkles to be found. He’s wearing some ridiculous cologne that he hates, and keeps wanting to tug his collar open.

He is not looking forward to the dancing portion of this party. It’s not that he doesn’t know how—he’s been thoroughly taught against his will, and still remembers. No, it’s the fact that Chuuya is expected to be his partner.

Disgusting.]

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[indensity]

[Chuuya is stuck wearing a black and gold dress, a long slit down one thigh. He wouldn't mind dressing up like this normally - he looks good and he knows it - but he's always a little extra self-conscious around Dazai, expecting to be made fun of, even if he knows it's not deserved. He looks better than that bastard ever could.

Even if he cleaned up really well. Chuuya keeps having to stop himself from looking.]

The whole point of wearing heels is getting to step on you.

[He keeps his voice low, because they have to keep up appearances, make it seem like they're getting along. But as long as no one can actually hear what they're saying, then it's fine.]

But sure. I won't step on your foot.