wip wednesday!!
here's an extract of the chapter that's been giving me an headhache for weeks :]
"You're a piece of shit," they mumble, not looking up from the three different sheets of paper they're reading.
Dazai chuckles. She steps closer until she's standing in front of the desk. Chuuya doesn't look up even as her shadow is cast all over their work. She sees the two different french dictionaries open and the old journal marked as Baudelaire's, but decides to not comment on it for now.
"I could say the same thing about you, you know? It's not nice to give a woman so many mixed signals."
That gets their attention, they look up at her like she’s spouting nonsense. So she continues:
"Chuuya got me all cozy in bed and now they're giving me the cold shoulder."
She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, feigning innocence, before leaning forward, palms flat on the desk. The angle gives Chuuya a better view of her cleavage, and some of the bruises adorning it. No amount of acting talents can hide how red the tip of their ears are getting.
"Eyes are up there, baby," she quotes with a proud smile.
They roll their eyes and then look straight in hers. "Aftercare is giving you mixed signals? You must have really fucking low standards if you don't think it's basic decency."
"Like I would stay for that, but-" She sighs. "-Chuuya trapped me here…"
They throw their pen on the journal as they lean back in their chair, a look of disbelief on their face. They stare at Dazai, to analyze how much she's messing with them. And although there's no way she feels trapped, she can't fathom the idea of Chuuya cleaning her up and letting her rest after what felt like a one time thing.
"Jackass, you don’t remember how you fell asleep, do you?"
"Hm," Dazai looks up, head tilted, "did you knock me out? Sounds like something you’d do."
"You fell asleep under me. Barely had the time to ask you if you wanted to keep going, you were out like a light."
"No need to be so smug about it," she comments, at the sight of the smile on the corner of Chuuya's lips.
"I’m not being smug. Even the lightest jog could’ve knocked you out. You were fucking exhausted."
"So deciding to return to the mafia was a decision you took with a clear head?"
