𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝙲𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢

“I will always deal with any type of love from you.~~~~”

@elincia

IT’S THE SAME OLD JOKE, over and over again, and yet to him, it amuses him so because it irritates Chuuya so. Dazai doesn’t have to try, actually; he doesn’t need to speak to set off Chuuya. He does it so naturally too, it’s almost as though it’s second nature to him at this point as he knows what to say, how to say them, how to use them, and most of all, he knows Chuuya.

❝ Hm? Oh —, that’s right, you’re not a hat rack. Hat racks are much taller, aren’t they? ❞

And Dazai would rather Chuuya not tell those women, of course, there’s nothing to gain from it aside for some sweet revenge for all that Dazai has done until now and has yet to do because, without a doubt, he’s probably already plotting something in some corner of his mind. He’s always 20 steps ahead! 

People change, they say. The more things change, the more they stay the same, they say. And, certainly Dazai’s heart and soul have long already been STAINED black - one might say it’s always been that way, and that, certainly, will never change but make no mistake, he can try.

❝ Well, you know— my chances are like one in two-million five hundred thousand-something! ❞ Not like he’s counting on those odds, ( one must wonder where he gets his numbers. Out of thin air, perhaps? No, that’s unlike him, of course ).

“Ha!You piece of fucking shit you’ve got some damn nerve saying that!”

Pissed off, & wanting to punch that smug shit Chuuya just gritted his teeth. Sameshitty statement every damn time! Fists clenched, & the idea of justtelling the women drifted in his mind. Sweet revenge, but Dazai unfortunatelywasn’t a moron even he could admit such a ridiculous thing. Just having theother’s presence here was enough to grate on his already thin patience, but thesecond he heard the last sentence a laugh erupted from him.

Call him what he wanted, but right now Dazai was nothing short of being a comedian.Black hearted people never changed no matter how much shit they tried to do tothink otherwise. Smugly smirking towards his Ex-Partner crystal blue hues flickeredin amusement. Dazai was smart, but right now he was the biggest moron in Chuuya’seyes. What a pitiful existence he was living now, it almost made him want tovomit.

“Yourchances are shit, just like you changing is complete shit. Grow up, & smell the fucking roses Dazai. You’re black blooded, & no matter what you do it’salways going to be like that. Pull all those numbers out of your ass like you’re good at. Whatever makes you sleep at night ‘ Armed Detective.’ ”

“ Hmm I did.  Different foods, & wine alike are something I enjoy tasting on my travels. ”

Chūuya flashed a small grin at the mention of a dinner spot was in mind. Well now he was more than curious to hear what she had in store. Cozy with his position blue eyes continued to peer at her as he remained silent for the time being. Curiosity always, no matter who you were would make itself known, even now there wasn’t an exception.

Spotting some place that they’d be able sit at, & enjoy some lunch at as well. Angling towards the seating area, Chūuya began to weave through people when the time called for it. Keeping in mind that Mallory was still holding his hand, & vice versa he made sure that he slowed his pace just enough. Teeth clenched briefly, just a fraction of a second at a certain whisper before he reached out, & grabbed the free seat. Loosened hand, & soon pulling the seat out Chūuya gestured to her to take a seat as a playful smirk formed.

“ I’ve got many different tastes in food, but I’m always open to trying new things. If you’ve got a place in mind than I’m willing to go there. ”

Leather gloved fingers laced with Mallory’s as silence drifted around them. A small squeeze, & soon he was staring straight ahead. All good things came to an end though, & his silence was proof of that.

“ Shut it, & just enjoy it well it’s happening. ”

“ Tch! You’re welcome. ”

Ignoring his own injury still Chūuya didn’t say much despite the fact he should have. Right now the only thing on his mind was getting the both of them out of here. It was a shitty situation, & he wasn’t alright with it. Gritted teeth faintly muffled the growl of annoyance leaving him. Bother injured, but one couldn’t walk.  Blue eyes peered towards the dark haired Mafioso, but he opted to stay silent himself for now.

“ We should get moving a little after you take your breather, hell knows you’re going to need it.”

An interesting thought came to mind, but the knowledge of if it was possible was an issue. If Akutagawa couldn’t walk, then maybe, just maybe he could use Rashomon to assit with that. Heh who knew that his mind would be thinking of something odd as a means of getting around. At least with two sets of eyes they’d be able to leave…maybe.

“ I’m not a damned hat rack you sleazy social misfit! ”

Chūuya would rather tell those woman, though he kept that to himself for now. He found it shitty what Dazai did to the, & in the end it was good leverage for a threat when need be. Blue eyes rolled as the tan coat wearing male spoke about how he never changed. What a laugh that was coming from Dazai, though it’s not like either of them seemed to really change at all. Softly scoffing Chūuya peered at him with a hint of annoyance making itself known in his eyes.

“ We don’t have as much free time as you think.  Though I’ve always got free-time though when it comes to threatening you. ”

Putting up his own air of boredom the amber haired male sighed for a moment. What a pain in the ass, but still he was the one that bothered Dazai sort of…Wait no! He ended up saving a woman from Dazai, so it didn’t count as bothering at all. Of course in the end he wanted to yell, maybe glare a little bit longer at his former partner just for old times’ sake.

“ You haven’t changed one damn bit either nitwit. Still running up to woman, & asking them if they’d like to do a ‘lovers suicide with you well ultimately creeping them the hell out. ”