[Why did he do these things, indeed? If Chuuya didn't understand it by now, he would never understand it. That was fine: nobody ever did.
Nobody ever had, except for one.
Well, a promise was a promise... Taking a deep breath, Dazai opened his eyes again, staring down into the bucket. His arms were rather uncooperative - not painful, though! the pills were doing their job! - but he managed to move them enough to stick two fingers down his throat, making himself throw up. There was little enough that came out, because when did he ever eat enough, but there was at least diluted gastric acid, with some half-digested capsules floating around in it.
Ahhh, maybe he'd been too quick to give up, after all... Somehow, that small defeat was more discouraging than his physical state right now.]
You definitely... [He wiped his mouth. Gross, gross, gross.] ... owe me a drink now.
[Some help getting into a better position wouldn't go amiss, either. Dazai felt like throwing up had taken almost all of his energy.]
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I wonder...
[Why did he do these things, indeed? If Chuuya didn't understand it by now, he would never understand it. That was fine: nobody ever did.
Nobody ever had, except for one.
Well, a promise was a promise... Taking a deep breath, Dazai opened his eyes again, staring down into the bucket. His arms were rather uncooperative - not painful, though! the pills were doing their job! - but he managed to move them enough to stick two fingers down his throat, making himself throw up. There was little enough that came out, because when did he ever eat enough, but there was at least diluted gastric acid, with some half-digested capsules floating around in it.
Ahhh, maybe he'd been too quick to give up, after all... Somehow, that small defeat was more discouraging than his physical state right now.]
You definitely... [He wiped his mouth. Gross, gross, gross.] ... owe me a drink now.
[Some help getting into a better position wouldn't go amiss, either. Dazai felt like throwing up had taken almost all of his energy.]