Scared her off?! What a load of shit that was. The woman was probably scared off by the shitty speech of death, and dying with a bastard like Dazai. Just the thought was disgusting enough to give him hives. Honeyed words that would end up being someone’s downfall, what a shame that many feel for Dazai’s tricks.
“ Shut the hell up moron! Your shitty talking probably scared her off. I just did the favor of saving her from you tch! ”
Agitated words flew from his mouth as blue eyes glanced back to glare at Dazai. Stopping in his tracks, leather clad hands let go of the as if he were a disease. Distasteful. It was always distasteful whenever he had to even have contact with the other. If the women had even caught a glimpse of the real Dazai, they may have fled without a thought.
“ Tacky Bastard you’re still trying your bullshit though. Get a real fucking hobby already! ”
Words laced with bubbling annoyance rang a loud. Former partners or not, the ginger haired male would still spit out his words towards Dazai. Social misfit! That’s all that the bandaged male was, and all he would ever amount to in glaring blue eyes.
“ Damnable social misfit. ”
Carelessness with what he wish to say meant he allowed his words to be heard. Some gazes from people, and glares aimed at them, the short male gritted his teeth. Though he didn’t feel unwell, he did feel more annoyed then usual today. His answer to why was close by. Sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose Chūuya knew that the fine wine he had back home wouldn’t be able cleanse today from his mind.
Pointing at the other once he was face to face with him, blue eyes glared up. Agitated by everything right now he settled for clenching his free hand tightly.
“ Get your fucking shit together! I should damn well give your address to all those past women of yours. ” It was a thought, and it had weighed on his mind many times. Revenge was something sweet, especially after everything that happened.
CALL HIM WHAT YOU PLEASE, he already heard it all before, from this to that and anything in between. He’s unsurprised --- unphased, really. One might say he wears shame so well it’s as though it’s stitched into his veins, inherent in his nature.
❝ I mean, I'd be scared too if hat rack started walking and talking. ❞
Chuuya’s words fly with intentions to harm, and yet Dazai brushes them off as though it’s nothing, he knows how it goes, after all. When he does this, and Chuuya does that in response. When he does that, and Chuuya does this in response. It’s all too predictable, but at the same time, it’s all so amusing, to him! How can he not continue to push buttons to see what happens? --- To see if anything changes?
❝ I’d rather you not, thank you. ❞
On the path in which he walks, he leaves a trail of cardioid and tears, ( no, not his tears --- That’s silly! ) Pretending it matters helps him pass the time, but pretending it doesn’t matter could help him pass the time. Whether or not it matters to him, it’s all the same.
Now, don’t be mistaken, him saying that is not him feeling being pressured by the threat, but rather he’d rather not have to deal with the trouble of having to see those women’s faces again, he doesn’t even know their names much less does he remember their appearances because of how little significance they had to him. It doesn't matter, it’s all the same, to him --- After all.
❝ You know, Chuuya, you never change. You’re always the same. ❞ He taps his chin with his index finger. ❝ I guess the Port Mafia has too much time on their hands if you have the time to threaten me like this. ❞ He taps his chin with his index finger.
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