[Okay, the bars and Chuuya's sense of taste. Though honestly, given Dazai's about to die and all, if he asked for a kiss Chuuya would probably give him one. Last requests and all.]
You're going to take words from a dog to your grave?
[ It would be funny to take his first, considering it's something Chuuya views as special. Bars and he's not sure if he wants to appear desperate to leave a mark though.
And he's already left a different mark on the other. ]
I'm considering it. I might be willing to share if you tell me something you haven't told anyone else before.
Dazai is watching the other carefully through the gaps in the bars, his hand still up pressed against a bar with Chuuya's on the other side. He can figure out enough of what's being unsaid from this moment and from seeing how Chuuya reacted originally to Melt at that time.
He's surprised the other would give him this much. Maybe having a death sentence is useful after all, even if he can't do anything with this information. It's still seeing another piece to the person who made mafia life interesting in the first place. ]
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Could be. I don't really understand it myself.
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And Chuuya's going to hold up his own hand, pressing it to his side of the bars right over where Dazai's hand is.
No hand-holding will happen here, though. These bars are very solid.]
Maybe it's puberty or something. Teenagers are supposed to get really stupid at that time, right?
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That makes it sound like I want to kiss you.
[ He manages to make a face at that that basically says no way.
Another thought pops in his head. ]
Maybe Missile was right.
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[Sorry Dazai. The bars of the cage prevent canoodling.]
Missile is right a lot, but what is he right about right now?
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He thinks for a moment before putting a single finger over his own mouth in a shuu-ing way. ]
Maybe that is one thing I should take to the grave.
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You're going to take words from a dog to your grave?
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And he's already left a different mark on the other. ]
I'm considering it. I might be willing to share if you tell me something you haven't told anyone else before.
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[Well, there's plenty he's never told anyone, but. Hmm.]
...remember how Melt was talking at the trial a few weeks ago, about how she was a god and humans were below her?
I'm s- If I'm not actually human, I don't want to be like that. I don't want to be unable to relate to anyone ever again.
[It's scary, even if he swallows that bit of the confession down.]
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Dazai is watching the other carefully through the gaps in the bars, his hand still up pressed against a bar with Chuuya's on the other side. He can figure out enough of what's being unsaid from this moment and from seeing how Chuuya reacted originally to Melt at that time.
He's surprised the other would give him this much. Maybe having a death sentence is useful after all, even if he can't do anything with this information. It's still seeing another piece to the person who made mafia life interesting in the first place. ]
He asked me if I was looking for a home.