[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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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. ]