[Taking more meds would definitely be a bad idea. That said, it might send Chuuya back to sleep, and Dazai isn't above trying to aim for that, just to keep him from doing something incredibly stupid.

Oh, well. He'll see how that turns out.]

Have the drugs affected your hearing, too? I said I'd look into it, didn't I?

[He's not selfless enough to do that out of the kindness of his heart, of course. But there's a possibility that Chuuya was drugged and sent to Dazai specifically for a reason, and that makes it Dazai's problem, too.

It doesn't seem to have been a distraction, at least, since there's been no word of anything bad happening. Which brings Dazai back to his original theory - but whatever, he'll ponder that more, later.]

Don't you think it was a big coincidence that you just so happened to run into me when you just so happened to be drugged out of your mind?

[If Chuuya was a target, it's highly possible that Dazai was, too - not in the same way, of course, but that would definitely not have worked on him anyway.

His point stands: he's not an outsider in this, whether he cares about Chuuya or not.]

If you get yourself killed, the position of the Port Mafia will be much weaker. If the position of the Port Mafia is weaker, the stability of the city will be at risk.

It isn't rocket science.

[Chuuya knows this, and Dazai doesn't want to make more of it than that. Bringing personal feelings into it would make everything needlessly complicated.]

[Even Dazai isn't cruel enough to give people decaf, especially in the morning. That one time he ordered decaf, he was just fucking with that underling.

Probably. Hopefully... I insist.

Doing it together is definitely not what Dazai had in mind, but he knows better than to argue with Chuuya over something like this. Besides, he might be able to use Chuuya's brute physical strength - and if the culprit is not one Chuuya could or should be able to handle, it won't be hard to get him side-tracked.

Even so... Putting his cup away, Dazai rubs his forehead.]

Your headache is rubbing off on me already, Chuuya.

[What a pain in the neck (and elsewhere) this will be.]

A coffee machine is useless without coffee, Chuuya.

[With a sigh, he stretches, putting his hands on the bed behind him so he can lean back and stare at the ceiling, for no other reason than that it's there.]

... And creamer.

[Is he trying to get as much out of Chuuya as he can, just for the sake of it? Of course he is. Even so, he genuinely gets something of a kick out of the idea of Chuuya getting him presents. He doesn't need them, of course: he can afford to buy more than he needs. Maybe it's just because getting presents is like forcing Chuuya to admit he cares, in the only Chuuya-like way that doesn't involve violence.

And hey, Dazai can always throw the stuff out or re-gift it.]

It can't be helped... [Standing up, Dazai considers a quick shower before he redoes his bandages. They're all messed up, don't you know?] If we find out who it is and you still want to kill them, I'll let you.

[The phrasing is, of course, deliberate. Should it be Mori after all -... Well, it's not like there's a real risk of anything happening, then.]

We'll start by retracing your steps. After we freshen up some, that is...

Because you insisted on stealing it from me, of course.

[It could be a lie, but it's almost certainly too obvious of one, especially for someone like Dazai. Grabbing some soap, he makes a halfhearted attempt at getting clean. Honestly, he cares more about the heat of the water than anything else.

He never does feed himself like he should. It's just too much effort. Soaped-up hands move over his body with effective speed, and before long, he's rinsing off.]

You already insisted on ravishing me. I wasn't going to risk other physical violence.

[Of course Dazai could have handled Chuuya, if he'd really needed to. There are a couple of reasons why he didn't, the most important of which is that drugs makes anyone unpredictable. Dazai could have hurt Chuuya much more than intended - or, on the opposite side of things: Chuuya could have suddenly lashed out and hurt Dazai more than he cared to be hurt. Not that Dazai can't handle a little pain, but if he'd broken something - like his neck - that would have been most inconvenient.

It was a very logical decision. Especially when he really doesn't care overly much about his bolo tie.

Dazai half expects Chuuya to join him, but he's not expecting physical avances right off. His mistake, clearly. His adam's apple bobs in his neck at that bite.]

... Overcompensating for last night's weakness, are we?

[Predictable. But Dazai doesn't mind. Besides, if it will distract Chuuya from their doomed partnering-up, so much the better. Maybe Dazai can sneak out on him in the end.]

Just how much do you think you can get away with?

[Hey now, Dazai gets away with it because nobody else is smart enough to realize what he doesn't know! Only Dostoyevsky and Shibusawa ever got to call him out on that particular piece of bullshit.

It's not entirely a lie, anyway. If there are a hundred possible scenarios running through your mind at any time, number 99 can be expected without seeming the most likely, and therefore still surprise you.

Oh, dear... Chuuya is really in that kind of mood, isn't he? Dazai isn't not in the mood, himself, if he's honest, and he could care less about any marks left anywhere on his body, but giving in to Chuuya will give the tiny mafioso all sorts of ideas.

At the same time, this is one romp that Chuuya won't be able to blame on drugs and/or alcohol. Maybe that's enough reason to let it happen, just so he can rub Chuuya's nose in it later.]

I can stop you. [Said very calmly, the unpleasant truth delivered as something halfway between a threat and a declaration of love.] If and when I want, hm?

[Dear, oh dear... Chuuya won't be stopped now. Dazai lets out a muffled grunt as Chuuya grabs his hair and pulls him down, the sound more to stroke Chuuya's ego than anything else. Still, he pairs it with a slight smirk.]

I think it would be more effort not to.

[... Is he admitting that he wants this, too, or is he just calling Chuuya super easy?? It's a mystery.

With Chuuya so close, Dazai strains yet a little further down against the tight grip on his hair, the start of a kiss-attack that may be fairly gentle, but starts with parted lips and moves right on to invading tongues.

All of this is just to distract Chuuya, Dazai insists. If it's also fun while it lasts, well... that's just more reason to do it, isn't it?]

[Dazai lets out a little sound at that bite that may have been a gasp or a laugh, but is most likely the latter. Not pulling away, himself, he licks his lip where Chuuya bit it, tasting the faintest hint of copper. This is probably a bad idea, for a number of reasons Dazai could list, and a handful more that he refuses to acknowledge. But he's never been anything if not self-destructive - and he does have a few perfectly logical, neutral reasons for letting this happen, as well. No point in going back on his decision, now.]

I intensely despise you too, Chuuya.

[He genuinely does, at that! While he's never been one to let social conventions stop him, even Dazai knows when to pick his battles, so he tends to... more or less behave, outside of the Agency. Some of the time, at least...

It's almost refreshing, not having to lie or pretend even a little - and still getting what he wants, on top of that.]

[Do you even realize what you're doing, Chuuya?! The ADA members will have to spend all of tomorrow listening to Dazai complain about the rabid chihuahua that attacked and bit him. Oh, the humanity!

(Worth it for the look on Kunikida's face when Dazai hints it was a woman, instead.)

Dazai is terrible and ruthless all right, but he's also lazy, and while he's interested in doing this, he has yet to decide how much energy he's willing to expend, let alone how much inevitable revenge he cares to elicit. For now, he cards his fingers through Chuuya's hair - and grabs hold, hard.]

On your knees.