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Eyebrows fly up, and then a small smile spreads over his face in the safety of Aventurine's quarters. Maybe it is delight that these small, innocent creatures deemed him worthy — but nobody is around to see it.

"Alright, alright," he laughs, trying to gather them all in his arms without dropping them. Once he's sure they're safe and sound, and he won't accidentally drop one of Aventurine's precious friends, he shifts to scratch at what appears to be the leader's chin.

The trio of cat cakes continue to stare up at Aventurine's tall companion. His hand extends to the center, towards Spade - the most intelligent and mischievous cake of the bunch. Its black void eyes glance at the offered hand before Spade extends forward with a jiggle, sniffing at Chuuya's hand. It jiggles back into place and the other two cat cakes bounce forward in unison, nearing Chuuya ominously.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨?   

" munya~ " Spade chitters and the other two cat cake bounce back, as if obeying an order to back off. " muuuunyaaaa~ munyaaaa~ "

Spade coils down before springing up with a cheerful bounce. Its little black paws extend out of their grey doughy shell and paw at Chuuya, as if begging ... to be held. Ace and Clover also follow in suit.

𝘈𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘦��! 𝘈𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘈𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥!   

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Wide black eyes stare at him, and he stares back. You're not supposed to show fear, but a bead of sweat slides down his temple unbidden. He can't help but feel like they are judging him, and that his next move will decide his fate.

Slowly, he peels one leather glove off and extends a hand for them to sniff. Perhaps they can sense his something off about him, something lacking in him they are used to in humans. Maybe his lack of a heart hung over him like a bad smell.

"Sorry, little guys. You'll have to deal with me for a bit."

❝ Hello~ My friends, could you watch them for me? I'll make it up to you later. ❞ 

Aventurine leaves his cat cakes before their temporary caretaker. He has an urgent meeting to attend and he trusts they are in good, capable hands. He waves goodbye and closes the door behind him. 

The cat cakes - Ace, Spade, and Clover all stare at you. None move or jiggle, nor blink their wide black eyes, or even make their usual chitters or sounds.

Their collective stares bare into their caretaker. 

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦 

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@goldgambit | cont

He really should be better at sitting back and enjoying the ride by now. Years jerked around like a dog on a chain still hadn't made the chafe of being dragged along in the wake of whatever hairbrained scheme his partner had concocted any less frustrating. He is the dog on a leash, there to knock heads if their enemies step out of line — so all he can do is cross his arms and lean against the wall, shooting Aventurine a warning glare that promises he would never hear the end of it, if Chuuya had to clean this up.

He knows there is no real question of how this little wager will turn out. There never is. Yet the buried sting of past experience has him tensed for this to backfire on him in the worst way possible. Aventurine can be cruel, but not to him, never to him, he reminds himself as stormy blue eyes watch the show.

And a wonderful show it is — the men never stood a chance. They were so worried about the monster leaning against the wall, they never suspected the beautiful, charming man in their midst was the greater danger.

His gaze drags along the bare skin of Aventurine's exposed forearm, the lean muscles flexing under his skin, to his face, the jewel - toned eyes focused on the goal before him. He fixes his scowl back on his face as Aventurine returns to him, victorious, before the gambler mistakes it for approval for his little stunts.

"All I did was stand there," he grumbles — not that he would have let the men have mafia secrets, or Aventurine's life. "I won't tell the boss what you bet this time."

No, Chuuya could be plenty terrified angry for both himself and the boss.

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A picture of an orange tabby cat wearing a tiny boulder hat is sent to Chuuya’s phone early in the morning. It is also glaring into the camera. The text message that follows: is u 🤭💕

Chuuya is not a light sleeper — maybe it's a product of his dreamless sleep, or maybe it's a product of the sheer exhaustion at the end of every day. Either way, he has his phone turned up loud enough to rattle him awake from a dead slumber, in the case of an emergency.

The message drags him from sleep, and his phone is in hand before he had finished blinking sleep from his eyes. He is running on pure instinct, and it takes him a few moments of blinking at the picture to process what, exactly, Aventurine had woken him up with.

He groaned and flopped back onto his pillow, snapping a picture to send back: Chuuya, half - asleep in bed, hair fanned out on his pillow under him, his pissed, murderous expression only partially hidden by the middle finger flipping the camera off.

He doesn't even care that he's just proving Aventurine's point as he sends it and shoves his face back into his pillow — a pointless endeavor, because for as heavy a sleeper he is, once he is awake, it is near impossible to go back to sleep until he had thoroughly exhausted himself again.

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soukoku as one of my dearest renaissance paintings

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*leaves 'for a smoke' and comes back speckled with blood*

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dazai's here to kiss his nose thank you. annoying as always!

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"Ugh! At least warn me before you go shoving your shitty face in mine!" The words lack any heat behind them, a reflex quickly soothed by a pair of hands coming up to catch Dazai's face. One hand brushes soft brown hair away from their face as Chuuya stretches up to press an answering kiss to their cheek.

"There? Happy now?"

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tag dump

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you ask me about love    and I tell you about violence.    i'm sorry. I thought that's what love was.

indie & private portrayal of NAKAHARA CHUUYA from Bungo Stray Dogs, with a focus on crossovers & aus, as burned by Ember ( 21+ | they/it ). Also found at: ruinare

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