#asundergod

Or i could just knock you unconscious?

       Maybe one, maybe both, it was unclear which or if either of the pair had heard the passing quips. Though surely if a Boss was to catch wind of completely ignorant voices there would quietly be hell to pay. An event saved for later.

      It was the girl who had gotten to him first. An extension of her creator yet at the same time very much her own person. Her childish face scrunched up in disappointed pout. A normal girl would have given out under the weight of adult, but Elise was anything but normal.

                  “Mr Chuuya is supposed to be in bed!” Came a huff, stamping one patent dress shoe on the ground before tugging him back towards the bed.

      The mafioso merely looked on with concerned smile. Not only boss, but doctor as well, and knowing far to familiarly how much damage his executive had sustained. So whether it was concern for his well-being or concern for his own assets, either way he wasn’t about to allow him to wander around just yet.

HOW DARE YOU, CHUUYA IS VERY UPSET NOW YOU FUCKER

QUESTION STARTER SENTENCES / @asundergod

   — Was it really happening? Maybe yes. Maybe it was the end. After that hard battle, Dazai had not been unharmed that time. The man was lying on the floor, noticing how he was bleeding quickly on the floor. After seeing the other approach, he coughed and looked at him out of the corner of his eye.

   With a weak smile, he stared at the other’s face for a few seconds. He did not need to say anything, but he was going to end up talking, because no matter how painful he was feeling, he always ended up saying some nonsense.

     ❝ Well… looking at my body, you will know that my life is ending in a matter of minutes. That’s what I wanted, is my time to shine ~ ❞ He coughed, almost closing his eyes. ❝ … Hey. Chuuya. I want… to say something… important. ❞

   Dazai kept that weak smile, saying some words that were really important to him, but he did not use the voice to say it. Could Chuuya decipher what he said? Well, it depended on him, the detective already closed his eyes, where slowly the pulse of his heart stopped. As simple as that, that suicidal maniac seemed to have died.

    Or so it was thought, until he opened his eyes again.

    ❝ ………….. Alright I’m going to stop joking with that, but really, I can’t move. ❞

   What did he see on the other’s face? Was it anguish? Sadness? Pain? Dazai dont like that. He wanted to joke, but that really could be frustrating for the other. He did not want to see him in pain, not because of him.

NO STOP

   she’s arrived with reinforcements ––  which includes a large ,  fluffy blanket ,  a couple of her cutest stuffed animals ,  a tub of ice cream ,  and some really bad movies .  (  and more alcohol if this doesn’t work . )

   “ i’m here to make it better !! “