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logs in specifically to send wifey one ask

realizes that on guest browser i have no extensions

cries

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" you look stunning , chuuya . stop checking yourself so much . "

“i know i look stunning. that’s why i’m checking myself out so much.”

... well, you probably should have seen that coming.

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............... i just hit fucking ‘next page’ ON MY DASH and tumblr gave me the ‘this page doesn’t exist’ page so uh

you okay tumblr?

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shitty mackerel ( nullefy‌ )

                     “    one  hand  !     “      the  executive  begs  for  his  entertainment  ,  holding  out  the  trap  of  string  with  both  hands  entangled  in  the  contraption  ,  holding  it  together  with  his  fingertips  stretched  out  .   so  childish  !     “     how  about  this  :   if  you  humor  me  ,  i’ll  do  my  wooooork  ~  ?   —   anyway  , it’s  harmless  …  unless  chuuya  can’t  break  string  ~  ?  is  for  the  tainted  sorrow  so  easily  beaten  or  something  ?   do  you  need  a  pat  on  the  head  to  feel  better  ~  ?    “    a  series  of  baseless  insults  alongside  a  tempting  promise  ,  such  is  dazai’s  speech  pattern  . 

“no you fucking won’t you goddamn liar!” he’s fallen for that twice in the past, and that was more than enough to ensure he’d never fall for it again. “and we both know i can beat a goddamn tangle of string even without my ability, so even if you thought you’d just sneakily nullify me while i got out of it, that wouldn’t stop me! and don’t touch my fucking head, i’m not your dog!” and yet despite knowing that dazai absolutely will not do his work even if chuuya humours him, it’s getting almost tempting even if only to shut dazai up, which he knows is exactly what dazai’s going for. what a fucking child, seriously!

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shitty mackerel ( nullefy‌ )

                      “    i  got  bored  .    see  ?     “    the  executive  kicks  back  in  his  chair  ,  showing  off  his  little  knot  -  tying  skills  with  the  string  attached  to  his  fingertips  ,  an  intricate  finger  trap  to  which  he  was  working  on  for  the  majority  of  the  last  little  while  underneath  the  desk  .    “    put  your  hand  in  it  .     “         @graevite

“you’re always bored, you waste of space.” chuuya doesn’t need to examine that carefully-woven string... thing to know that he decidedly does not want to stick his hand in it, thanks. “stop fucking around and do your damn work. i’m not stupid enough to put my hand in anything you tell me to.”

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ane-san ( executs‌ )

     “.. so it’s true.” grief hangs heavy in the air as if touched by chuuya’s particular gift. she could only imagine how he’s taking the news. as troubled as she is by the loss (and grateful that he’s otherwise unharmed), unfortunately they all still have a role to play in all of this. “Rest. Our help will likely be needed in the hours to come.”

“i haven’t had time to confirm it myself, but... it seems so.” the sources he’s heard it from are reliable, so... and while the man never really raised chuuya, he was still an almost grandfatherly sort of figure at times. he could certainly be serious and tough... but he was also quite kind and, like chuuya, took good care of his subordinates. chuuya hates it. “... i know, but i don’t think i’ll be able to sleep. i’ll still try to rest, though... and you should, too.”

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@executs​ ❤’d!

       “ane-san.” it’s been a while since they’ve seen one another, and although her presence is generally a soothing one, there is just a bit too much going on for chuuya to truly relax. “... i’m glad to see you’re doing alright.” he knows that’s not the case for everyone... but they don’t really have time to mourn, either.

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starter call~!

since apparently i’m being more active on here again, why not, hm? just press that ‘like’ and i’ll whip something up when i get online later!

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arahabaki ( abilities-of-yokohama‌ )

Considering he was basically in the back of his seal’s conscious mind, he could pretty much do anything. Arahabaki continued with the dreaded phrase, contorting and twisting himself in impossible ways; hey he currently technically didn’t have a form, he could do as he damn well pleased. The fact that it annoyed his seal was just a bonus.

“Hey! Hey hey! Listen! Hey listen!”

Okay his leg was behind his head and he was somehow balancing on his other arm.

       “alright, alright, fine! what do you want?!” clearly just ignoring the damn thing isn’t working, so he may as well just acknowledge it. sure, that will probably just open up even more annoying doors, but maybe once chuuya figures out what it wants, it’ll shut up? hope springs eternal.

       ... he’s not really counting on it, in other words.

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dazai ( nullefy‌ )

                     “    you  could  take  mercy  on  poor  little  me  and  knock  my  lights  out  .    “    the  detective  was  always  creative  with  his  methods  ,  wasn’t  he  ?   nevertheless  ,  he  guards  his  wounded  arm  for  the  most  part  ,  actively  giving  space  between  the  both  of  them  as  to  avoid  accidentally  hitting  it  against  the  other  or  anything  else  ,    effectively  making  the  wound  worse  upon  incident  .    as  for  crying  ,  he  rolls  his  eyes  —    “    how  spiteful  .   “

       “i could,” he agrees, and leaves it at that: aka yes, he could, but he’s not going to. this is dazai’s punishent for not going to someone who has proper medical training, rather than chuuya’s basics. he knows what he’s doing well enough to deal with a broken arm, sure, but still. he doesn’t want to encourage this sort of behaviour. ( really, which one of them is the dog...? ) “you should expect that from me by now.”

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dazai ( nullefy‌ )

                           it  was  why  the  detective  seems  to  straighten  his  back  and  his  entire  form  once  the  mafia  decides  to  say  such  a  thing  ,  giving  credit  to  his  hallucinations  of  gore  and  ,  at  the  same  time  ,  making  them  disappear  with  the  knowledge  that  this  is  what  they  were  at  the  time  :   anxiety  induced  hallucinations  of  the  avoidable  .                              with  his  bandaged  hands  in  his  pockets  ,  his  shoulders  are  hunched  for  a  brief  amount  of  time  ,  in  some  vain  effort  to  create  a  wall  between  them  .    he  should  have  expected  the  redhead  to  read  him  so  easily  ,  despite  how  much  that  he  wishes  it  wasn’t  so  damn  easy  for  him  to  accomplish  —-    on  the  other  hand  ,  perhaps  that  was  a  good  thing  .    after  all  ,  dazai  would  never  speak  of  his  nightmares  and  his  trauma  on  his  own  ,  and  didn’t  give  it  much  credence  when  it  haunted  him  personally  .                              “      …     huh  ?    are  you  playing  games  with  me  or  something  ,   chuuya  ?    “      deflection  ,   it  raises  an  ugly  head  up  once  again  ,  and  as  determined  as  ever  to  ignore  the  consequences  .       “    —    i  don’t  know  what  goes  on  in  that  head  of  yours  ,  sometimes  .     “

       to say chuuya is surprised by the deflection would be a rather blatant lie; he’d been expecting just as much from the moment he said he would protect dazai in the first place. he knows this is an uncomfortable topic. he knows dazai doesn’t want to talk about it. dazai never really wants to talk about anything that could be even slightly difficult, but chuuya gets it. their relationship has always been tumultuous. he doesn’t expect dazai to just open up so easily.

       “you say that, but i’m sure you get it more than you’re willing to admit.” nevertheless, his goal isn’t to antagonize dazai at the moment, or at all, lately, really, but he does know that dazai is carrying more tension than he should be, lately. all this planning and keeping up with their enemies and having to think of everything all the time... no wonder he’s exhausted.

       “... come to my place for a while. i’ll treat you to some expensive whiskey.” only a little, but dazai doesn’t need to know that. just something to take the edge off, not enough to get drunk on. chuuya wouldn’t cheat him like that, wouldn’t get dazai drunk in order to force him into talking about what’s wrong. ( though if that’s the only way the truth will come out, chuuya isn’t opposed to dazai requesting the drink... )

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@nullefy [ con’t ]

       ah, but when has dazai’s luck ever been that good? of course chuuya notices the strain, the sudden tension in dazai’s frame as he does his best to act like nothing is wrong. there’s no way chuuya wouldn’t notice it; they were partners for years, after all. they may have spent more time apart than they had together as such, but that isn’t enough to change the fact that chuuya knows dazai, can read him well enough that such a slip, insignificant as it is, isn’t something he misses. 

       he can understand why, too, knows dazai’s traumatized from the loss of one oda sakunosuke, knows that the thought of dazai losing another person he cares about is enough to drive dazai to the edge of hysteria even if he hides it well. it’s part of his defensive mechanisms, so to speak: isolate yourself from others so that their inevitable death or departure cannot hurt you. and while dazai may not have completely opened up to his new coworkers, or even mostly done so, there’s no denying that he has allowed them closer than he likely meant to, whether he wants it or not. they care for him, and he cares for them.

       chuuya knows he is on the list of people that dazai cares about, too. as such, he knows better than to bring up the fact that he will, in fact, die for the sake of protecting the city if it is necessary, and instead offers up something to calm dazai’s nerves.

       “don’t worry, i won’t die that easily. i promise.”

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kisses his little natural disaster .

— - ah, but there’s nothing natural about his ‘disaster’, nothing that hadn’t been forced into him from a young age as the result of surely-cruel experimentation, even though he doesn’t remember a moment of it, nothing safe about him, and yet…

even so, he melts under dazai’s sudden affections, tilting his head further to accept it, allows dazai in close, opens his mouth and hums contentedly against dazai’s. fine. he’s already made peace with only being able to control his powers when he’s in this person’s hand; not tamed, never tamed, dazai doesn’t want to tame him anymore, but… calmed. quieted. safe here, even from himself.

it’s nice.

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dazai ( nullefy‌ )

                     “    so  cruel  ,  neither  of  you  are  particularly  gentle  with  these  things  .    “      dazai  comments  a  bit  more  openly  as  he  sighs  and  digs  one  hand  into  his  coat  pocket  ,  the  other  is  kept  rather  close  to  him  for  no  other  reason  than  to  avoid  causing  more  unnecessary  pain  for  himself  than  he  has  .   as  far  as  the  safe  -  house  goes  ,  of  course  he  knows  —  and  he  even  looks  momentarily  amused  .   chuuya  was  a  smart  sort  ,  when  he  wanted  to  be  .     “      —    i’m  following  ,  i’m  following  .    just  don’t  bump  me  ,   petite  mafia  or  i  might  cry  ~    “    there’s  a  legit  request  in  that  ,  somewhere  …

“maybe not, but at least she would have hospital-grade painkillers, unlike me.” ... are you really certain you made the right choice here, dazai? even then, chuuya does have such things... at his main residence, not at all his safe-houses. dazai really had better be prepared for pain, and unnecessary at that. guard your arm now all you like, it’ll still hurt soon. “as fun as it would be to see you cry, i won’t bump you.” he can’t promise he won’t still make dazai cry later, though...

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dazai ( nullefy‌ )

                    “    …   a  fourth  ?    “    he  attempts  to  joke  for  a  moment  before  he  realizes  that  chuuya  isn’t  letting  him  walk  away  without  taking  a  long  examination  of  his  arm  properly  .   (    as  annoying  as  that  is  .    )   instead  of  making  another  joke  ,  he  merely  makes  a  whining  noise  in  his  throat  ,   his  shoulders  up  to  his  ears  .     how  uncomfortable  …    “    nnnn  —-         fine  .    chuuya’s  really  mean  sometimes  .     “

“knocking you out and then dragging you to the hospital.” he knows dazai has already started to accept his fate, but let it never be said that chuuya can’t give as good as he gets when it comes to dazai’s petulance and his reluctance to actually deal with his medical issues. chuuya wouldn’t actually do that, though, knows dazai would panic completely if he woke up in a hospital against his will, but the threat is still effective in proving chuuya’s point. “i don’t care if you think i’m mean, you should have let that doctor lady of yours look after it if you wanted a gentle touch. c’mon. my place. i’m sure you’re aware of where my nearest safehouse is even if i’d prefer you weren’t.”

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dazai ( nullefy‌ )

                       “   who’s  deflecting  ?  i’m  not  deflecting  anything  .   “    that’s  the  most  straight  forward  thing  he’s  said  in  this  entire  conversation  ,  and  it  shows  !   still  ,  he  looks  a  bit  hesitant  to  give  his  arm  over  —  understandably  .    he  doesn’t  like  doctors  very  much  ,  and  while  chuuya  was  certainly  better  in  a  vast  amount  of  ways  ,  he  would  still  prod  at  it  and  everything  !  !      “    —-     can  i  take  a  third  option  ?    “   which  would  be  not  doing  anything  .

“your third option is me dragging you to a hospital.” which he knows is very much not what dazai meant, but chuuya won’t just let him leave it as-is. it will hurt, of course, for chuuya to take care of it, and a hospital would certainly be a better choice overall for a multitude of reasons, but considering dazai is who he is... “choose wisely.”

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dazai ( nullefy‌ ):

                      “     the  hat  is  seriously  eating  your  brain  up  .     “    the   detective  mumbles  as  he  intended  to  avoid  the  latter  question  entirely  …     but  without  the  chance  to  do  so  ,  he’ll  end  up  answering  with  some  lacing  disdain  for  the  idea  .     “     …       she  looked  at  it  ,  yes  .   from  the  other  end  of  the  office  .     “    good  thing  chuuya  already  knows  how  he  is  with  doctors  ,  he  doesn’t  have  to  explain  !

“it isn’t, stop deflecting.” he knows, after all. and so indeed, he isn’t surprised to hear his suspicions confirmed, and merely sighs. “... yeah, figured as much.” it’s true that dazai doesn’t need to explain himself, but that doesn’t mean such a thing won’t come with consequences of its own. “and i’m just supposed to trust you took proper care of it yourself? come here, idiot. if you won’t let her look at it, you’ll have to deal with me instead.”