WAAAH a small thing from the old west skk au for wip wednesday
“Chuuya do you trust me?” Dazai had to shout to be heard over everything. Chuuya’s face scrunched up the same way he did when a skunk sprayed on his favorite stray dog. “Why in the blazing hell would you ask that, bastard. After everything you've done, of course n-” Rattling from the boxcar's sliding door opening as Dazai undid the latch interrupts Chuuya’s tirade. He raised a pointed brow and held out his hand. Another bullet passes between them, straight into a sack of flour that exploded into a cloud of dust. “Chuuya. Do you trust me?” Chuuya could hate Dazai all he wanted, Dazai deserved it. But no matter how fickle of a relationship Dazai had with life, they both knew he would do everything in his power not to drag Chuuya down with him. Not like this. Not even now. It was a fact of nature. As the landscape breaks from red sand and desert brush to clear blue sky and a river far down the canyon below them, Chuuya's callous rough palm meets Dazai’s own. And they leap.
