#mobile is hell

CoM spoilers:

right here i just like the detail of repliku putting away his sword like, guess we’re just chilling now lol

“I’ll protect you” GOSH BABY SORIKU TOO SWEET, my teeth—

I know sora reeneacted the part about swing around a toy sword but ah low key sad repliku’s sprite didn’t in this one! it’s SO funny in Re:CoM like, repliku u dramatic ass bitch istg—

but we do get confirmation that he did indeed do it lmao gotta love his face here

??? idk why this line kills me but it does lmao

aight limit reached bye repliku i’ll be back for more

Same! :P

Here you go. Thank you for the request. It was fun to write.

Apples and Apostates: Poor Bastard

"And may I ask with what kind of purpose? Why would you even want a doll of me?" She's not thinking dirty or something, but she's kinda wary. After all, Alice knows what she uses the dolls for, but she can never be too sure what others would use them for.

Dazai simply scoffs in reply to Chuuya’s taunting words as he barely manages to hold back a splutter, leaning against the nearest wall he could find for support. His fingers grab at broken debris that crumble with the slightest touch, turning into dust and empty air...

The moonlight that partially illuminates the site of destruction envelopes the duo as well, lighting up the extent of damage made to the area. The walls of the building have been demolished beyond repair, leaving no obstacles to stand in the way of their spotlight.

“... Right back at you, hatrack.”

Chuuya lets out a shaky laugh as he rests himself against the broken wall of the now destroyed building, with debris scattered just by his feet. Dazai follows suit soon after, simply slumping himself just beside the executive with a little too much force than necessary. Dust and fragments of debris lift off the ground, scattering themselves just beneath the split skin of their palms and the frays of their torn clothing.

Tonight, the night is young.

The cold air sticks to his matted hair and grimy skin, as though reminding him of the cold sensation of loneliness.

He’s completely spent...

He doesn’t know if he can move even a single finger...

“... What do you say... to waiting it out together?”

As Dazai slowly murmurs this, Chuuya senses the other leaning sideways and eventually, wordlessly rests his head against his shoulder.

“... So we can go back together,” he explains, when the executive doesn’t reply.

Chuuya merely lets out a low chuckle in response as he gently tilts his own head, letting his sore cheek brush against the soft curls of Dazai’s hair ever so slightly.

It’s a little heavier than he’d expected, he admits.

He pays it no mind, however, as he barely manages to grasp Dazai’s shoulder and tugs him closer. A warm sensation begins to spread across his arm and throughout his entire body as he hears Dazai letting out a contented sigh.

Somehow, it’s strangely comforting...

“... I can’t believe t...this... is how our mission ended.”

Chuuya whispers, to no one in particular, as he closes his eyes, letting fatigue slowly conquer his mind. He realises Dazai is already fast asleep, and he finally allows the silent tears to slip past his eyelids and trickle down his face...

“... You’ve already went up and left... haven’t you?”

... his body

... feels heavy...

With unfocused eyes, Chuuya barely catches sight of crimson petals unfolding before him, starting to pool at their lower bodies like a flower bath. It’s as though they’re lying down in the midst of a scarlet flower field, and he doesn’t want to wake up and lose this aromatic scent...

... the scent that he loves,

the metallic taste he yearns for,

the proof that he’s still human

even after all these insane shenanigans.

Pain makes him completely numb to his surroundings, he realises...

He doesn’t know when he’s dying, or if the pain’s gotten worse.

(... but, he doesn’t have to know anyway, because no matter what happens, both options would ultimately lead to the same outcome...)

Drained, Chuuya holds Dazai close, a small smile gracing his lips as he closes his eyes. He barely feels the tinge that’s furiously pulling at his nerves , but Dazai’s serene face is more than enough as a distraction, if any...

“... You’re really selfish, you know that? Always... always leaving people behind on your sloppy tracks... and I always, always have to hunt your sor—y ass down...”

Dazai is warm... So is Chuuya.

Dazai’s blood is warm, and is slowly growing cold to the touch...

“If— if only y—u hadn’t left so soon, we co—d have gone together to th— place, just like you’ve always wa—ed.”

Dazai’s already gone, and Chuuya will inevitably follow soon after...

The injuries he’d sustained from battle proved to be too much for him to handle. Even if he went back to base now, he wouldn’t make it, let alone Dazai...

“N... Now... I h—e to go find you again, before you get lost alone ag—n... how trouble...som...e...”

Dazai must’ve been happy to finally die...

Though, dying with him just beside him like this...

Chuuya lets his body loosen, limply slumps against the wall, next to Dazai’s already fading warmth, and finally breaks the shackles bounding his heart to the world...

“P-Perhap...s...... I’ll s-see you s—n on the other side... Dazai.”