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"I'm surprised you were the first one to find out. Here I thought I was being careful. My kitten has become such a good detective~"

Well, here's the day they've been kinda dreading, but it would be for the best in the long run. Dazai had Atsushi with him to bring the uneasy looking tiger cub to his and Chuuya's now shared apartment. He knows for a fact his old partner had been fairly nervous about actually telling someone about their situation. Dazai couldn't blame him. He was anxious about the idea, more so than he would ever let show. But Atsushi actually agreeing to come along was a good sign.

"Yeah, you've gotta stop calling me that. Anyway, I kinda figured you weren't staying at the dorms anymore. I could hear you leaving at night whenever I wasn't able to sleep, and it was a lot more frequent than usual."

"Hah, I guess I should've taken your kitty senses more into account, huh?"

"Stop."

Even if he doesn't show it, covers it with a smile and a playful demeanor, that response really makes Dazai wonder if anyone else has noticed and are waiting to jump him to figure out what's going on with him. He'd like to hope he's just paranoid. Whatever, focus. They're only a few minutes away, so he lifts his phone out of his pocket to shoot off a quick message.

[text -> Slug] We'll be there in a few

Chuuya stared down at his own phone as it eventually chimed up with a couple of replies. It took his alcohol addled mind a few moments to comprehend that it had indeed done so before he's grabbing it. Honestly he hadn't meant to text his former partner but well... After their previous times cooperating with each other he couldn't help but do so now while he was a bit drunk.

[txt - Mackerel] You fucking aashole! You would do taht just to b e a dick! [txt - Mackerel] Adn her e I was wondering how you fuckng were!

A wis niver i an aquarium. Wha are ye? ye are mistaken gin ye think ye can contain me.

Akutagawa couldn't understand it... Why were they both forced to do this stakeout mission together? It was pointless. He could take care of this himself! The target had wronged both the Port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency sure but still... They should know that the pair couldn't stand each other at the best of times! Besides that... He was just plain exhausted these days and didn't have near the amount of patience or tolerance for the weretiger he knew he would need. He hadn't been really sleeping since that event... his death... Or the time in which he was a damned puppet. Sure it was a blur and he could really only recall fuzzy moments it was enough.