[You could gain muscle, too, Dazai! All you'd have to do would be to exercise regularly. Or at least semi-regularly. Or at all. And pulling yourself out of unfortunate situations doesn't count.
Chuuya ignores the sarcasm, for once. He has a feeling Dazai wouldn't be very happy if someone found out he was there, and spread the word to Mori.
And Chuuya also selfishly wants to keep his ex-partner to himself. He can feel guilty about that later.]
I'm not making you move. Stop whining.
[To be fair, Dazai has a good reason to whine. But the two of them are never fair with each other.
Chuuya slides his hand up to gently rub the base of Dazai's skull, below where he wrapped the bandages.]
This is what you get for not saving any painkillers for later.
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[You could gain muscle, too, Dazai! All you'd have to do would be to exercise regularly. Or at least semi-regularly. Or at all. And pulling yourself out of unfortunate situations doesn't count.
Chuuya ignores the sarcasm, for once. He has a feeling Dazai wouldn't be very happy if someone found out he was there, and spread the word to Mori.
And Chuuya also selfishly wants to keep his ex-partner to himself. He can feel guilty about that later.]
I'm not making you move. Stop whining.
[To be fair, Dazai has a good reason to whine. But the two of them are never fair with each other.
Chuuya slides his hand up to gently rub the base of Dazai's skull, below where he wrapped the bandages.]
This is what you get for not saving any painkillers for later.