[ He has acquaintances and people he's working with, sure. None of them are people Chuuya trusts implicitly in the same way he does Dazai. He'd like it if his partner was on his game and operating in tandem on this.
He'll bring the supplies back in an hour or so, regardless of whether or not Dazai pulled a runner. ]
[surprise, happy birthday chuuya. dazai is just trying to make his way out the door, trying to slip away as he comes back. he pauses in the door, some weird smile curling on his face as he doesn't meet chuuya's gaze]
[ He can't and he knows that. It's been seven - well, fucking eight now, he guesses? Shit - years and Dazai isn't a thing that can be kept or grabbed onto. He never has been. Not with Chuuya, anyway.
Chuuya shoves Dazai towards the desk and points emphatically at the chair. SIT. ]
You'll eat first and then you get the bandages. [ He knows better than to try it the other way around. Dazai will just slither out. ]
[well the shove wasn't very nice. it also did nothing to help quell all the heated thoughts surging through his head since chuuya sucked his finger into his mouth. he looks at it, and looks at chuuya raising an eyebrow, as if to say isn't chibi the dog? but he sighs. rolling his eyes as he plops into the seat]
Do I have to?
[he truly. hates the food. it would be easier to starve to death than to keep eating things that will only intensify what is already buzzing through his head. he feels sick at the prospect]
[hes. Suspicious. Not because Chuuya would probably ever poison him but food, everything, from this place feels like it’s not to be trusted. Dazais never felt these things before so a little odd he feels them now.
Dazai grimaces, his stomach making an obnoxious noise]
…will Chuuya help then.
[it’s flat, as Dazai reaches forward to take a nibble at the corner of the sandwich. He’s good at information not. Things like this. Making sure food is safe, the lot. He would rather starve.
but food that doesn’t burn him or make him cold isn’t terrible actually. Dazai takes another bite, swallowing hard at the discomfort bubbling with Chuuya watching him so close like this.
is he going to somehow blame Dazai for this? For sticking his finger in Chuuya’s mouth?]
Help you get safe food or help you do up your bandages after? [ Though he's only done the latter when Dazai has been hurt. When they were teenagers. He assumes Dazai means the food though. ]
It'll be easy. The food here is about up to your standards, even - lots of canned shit available. If I get you some of that, will you eat it?
[he doesn’t want Chuuya’s help with his bandages right now. Not after that.
self control is something Dazai has curated himself on. He doesn’t know how long that will last after the feeling of Chuuya’s mouth is no longer alien]
Pain in the ass. [ He'll provide food if Dazai will eat it. Probably he won't be able to get away with as many meals a day as the skinny fuck SHOULD be eating, but one or two, surely...? ]
You'll tell me if you move. I'll bring you shit, but I have to be able to fuckin' find you, got it?
[ That's around the most he's ever seen Dazai eat, so Chuuya doesn't push it. He shoves the other bag at Dazai.
Obviously they can't source Dazai's usual brand here, but Chuuya did pick the softest ones he could both find and afford. With his new broke status, it's not as nice as he'd get back home but it's nicer than whatever Dazai could manage right now probably. There's several rolls. ]
Try to eat the rest of the sandwich for breakfast in the morning?
[he takes the bag with that carefully constructed smile. dazai of an earlier time would be pleased at chuuya bartering everything for him. now it makes him feel a bit insufficient. is there any good he can provide in this place, besides chuuya being his errand boy?]
Of course, of course.
[he wants chuuya to stay. he won't ask. dazai doesn't trust himself at the moment, with anything. not himself or the knife, nor with chuuya. holding hands the other night was fine as they fell asleep. it wasn't anything entirely unfamiliar, albeit it had been years since they had done so.
but that memory of chuuya's mouth is still fresh. one he keeps having to shove aside]
Call me if you figure anything out or whatever, got it? You said it would be equal, so stick to your fuckin' word for once.
[ He kicks Dazai's foot. It's not hard. He used to do this sort of thing all the time: slug Dazai in the shoulder, kick his foot, grab his collar. Chuuya's not much for handholding usually but the rough sort of boyish contact? He's more comfortable with that. ]
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Mmm.
[just a noise, not much acknowledgement beyond that. Dazai is just staying like he was told]
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I need you to actually be in good health for this shit, Dazai. You're the only other person here.
[ Who he knows. It's old, bad habits. Having to keep alive a partner who fights against it.
But Chuuya leaves to go get the things he said. ]
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[theres really no guarantee he’ll be here when Chuuya gets back. He’s too caught up in things, trying not to let his head be one of those things.
but is Chuuya really right? Chuuya’s friendly enough. He has plenty of other people, what does Dazai do for him?]
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He'll bring the supplies back in an hour or so, regardless of whether or not Dazai pulled a runner. ]
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Get back in there! [ He brought you bandages and everything, you loser. ]
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he obliges with a smile, sliding back into the room without a word. ugh, well. it's his own fault for waiting so long]
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Chuuya shoves Dazai towards the desk and points emphatically at the chair. SIT. ]
You'll eat first and then you get the bandages. [ He knows better than to try it the other way around. Dazai will just slither out. ]
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Do I have to?
[he truly. hates the food. it would be easier to starve to death than to keep eating things that will only intensify what is already buzzing through his head. he feels sick at the prospect]
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[ So yes, he has to. Chuuya got Dazai some soup and a sandwich. He leans his hip against the desk setting the bag in front of Dazai and watching. ]
Just eat as much as you can.
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Dazai grimaces, his stomach making an obnoxious noise]
…will Chuuya help then.
[it’s flat, as Dazai reaches forward to take a nibble at the corner of the sandwich. He’s good at information not. Things like this. Making sure food is safe, the lot. He would rather starve.
but food that doesn’t burn him or make him cold isn’t terrible actually. Dazai takes another bite, swallowing hard at the discomfort bubbling with Chuuya watching him so close like this.
is he going to somehow blame Dazai for this? For sticking his finger in Chuuya’s mouth?]
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It'll be easy. The food here is about up to your standards, even - lots of canned shit available. If I get you some of that, will you eat it?
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[he doesn’t want Chuuya’s help with his bandages right now. Not after that.
self control is something Dazai has curated himself on. He doesn’t know how long that will last after the feeling of Chuuya’s mouth is no longer alien]
Sure. I’ll eat it if it comes from Chuuya.
[he’s eating if only to be able to leave]
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You'll tell me if you move. I'll bring you shit, but I have to be able to fuckin' find you, got it?
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[a noise of acknowledgement. the sandwich is half gone, the soup sipped at a bit. he looks back at chuuya]
I'm tired.
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Obviously they can't source Dazai's usual brand here, but Chuuya did pick the softest ones he could both find and afford. With his new broke status, it's not as nice as he'd get back home but it's nicer than whatever Dazai could manage right now probably. There's several rolls. ]
Try to eat the rest of the sandwich for breakfast in the morning?
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Of course, of course.
[he wants chuuya to stay. he won't ask. dazai doesn't trust himself at the moment, with anything. not himself or the knife, nor with chuuya. holding hands the other night was fine as they fell asleep. it wasn't anything entirely unfamiliar, albeit it had been years since they had done so.
but that memory of chuuya's mouth is still fresh. one he keeps having to shove aside]
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[ He kicks Dazai's foot. It's not hard. He used to do this sort of thing all the time: slug Dazai in the shoulder, kick his foot, grab his collar. Chuuya's not much for handholding usually but the rough sort of boyish contact? He's more comfortable with that. ]
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[boyish contact earlier meant chuuya bruising his knee, he's not a fan right now thanks. dazai waves him off]
Pinkie promise, or whatever.
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[ Pinkie promise. Childish. Dazai is childish sometimes but Chuuya can sense the weird mood. He sighs and holds out his hand expectantly. ]
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Dire consequences if you're lyin'.
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I'm not. Just tired. Is Prince Charming denying Snow White her beauty sleep now? Rude.
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[ He feels stupid as hell as he shakes their hands like this, then pulls away and shoves his hands in his pockets. ]
Finish the sandwich when you wake up.
[ And with that, he'll leave Dazai to his own devices. ]