[Dazai doesn’t bother moving away when Chuuya sits down next to him, doesn’t try and kick him off the couch like he normally might. He’s a little bit on his way to being drunk, but not quite; surprisingly, though, Chuuya doesn’t snatch the bottle away and keep it, handing it back to Dazai like he’s fine with him taking another sip. So, Dazai does. He doesn’t bother with the customary disgust; they’ve done this in the past, and sharing a wine bottle doesn’t really mean anything. And if it did, Dazai isn’t in the mood to care.]
You think I was waiting for you? Honestly, you could have just never come home, and I’d have been fine. Grand, even. I’d have moved right in, tossed your stuff, and made myself at home.
[He sort of wants to ask how Chuuya’s birthday was. If he had fun. Dazai doesn’t, just drinks more wine and waves the bottle towards Chuuya.]
Somehow, you’ve made it through another year. I don’t know why that’s something anyone would celebrate, though.
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Date: 2022-05-05 11:47 am (UTC)You think I was waiting for you? Honestly, you could have just never come home, and I’d have been fine. Grand, even. I’d have moved right in, tossed your stuff, and made myself at home.
[He sort of wants to ask how Chuuya’s birthday was. If he had fun. Dazai doesn’t, just drinks more wine and waves the bottle towards Chuuya.]
Somehow, you’ve made it through another year. I don’t know why that’s something anyone would celebrate, though.