[Thinking about what he once thought they could have had is painful, and Chuuya doesn't deal well with that. Anger is much easier. That, and ignoring it, pretending he doesn't care when he absolutely does.
And then finally exploding, violently.
Currently he's ignoring it, made harder by the fact that Dazai is here, and close, and acting like he doesn't hate him. But he's focusing on other things instead. He's only gone for a couple of minutes, returning once he's paid the delivery person generously, handing Dazai a new pack of pills, with the theory that if he doesn't try to hide them from him, Dazai won't take it as a challenge. He sets the coffee down on the nightstand, drops the bag of food on the bed, and then disappears again with the bucket to clean it out.
He brings it back again, though. Just in case eating triggers more vomiting.]
Start with the onigiri, in case your stomach can't handle it.
[As if Dazai ever listens to anyone. Chuuya gets back into bed, sitting next to him, close but not touching.]
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And then finally exploding, violently.
Currently he's ignoring it, made harder by the fact that Dazai is here, and close, and acting like he doesn't hate him. But he's focusing on other things instead. He's only gone for a couple of minutes, returning once he's paid the delivery person generously, handing Dazai a new pack of pills, with the theory that if he doesn't try to hide them from him, Dazai won't take it as a challenge. He sets the coffee down on the nightstand, drops the bag of food on the bed, and then disappears again with the bucket to clean it out.
He brings it back again, though. Just in case eating triggers more vomiting.]
Start with the onigiri, in case your stomach can't handle it.
[As if Dazai ever listens to anyone. Chuuya gets back into bed, sitting next to him, close but not touching.]