[ His tone is dismissive... but at the same time, not that dismissive. He's not planning on disappearing any time soon.
He knows already that Dazai is probably going to get something crab-related for dinner, so when he stops to get alcohol he makes sure to prioritize wine that will go well with seafood - even if it'll clash with the karaage.
He beats Dazai home simply by virtue of having less to grab from the store. By the time Dazai also returns, Chuuya is in the middle of tidying up. So when he hears Dazai enter he, naturally, hits him with a supremely annoyed look. ]
A mess was made around me. [ Certainly, Dazai had no part in it. It was completely out of his hands. A beat, and then: ]
I washed your bedding. [ Because he slept in it. Like, he's still slept in it since then, but he did wash it at least once while Chuuya was gone, so there's that. Dazai wanders over to set down his items and then surveys the alcohol, draping over one of the chairs to stare at it. He knows better than to open it himself; last time he tried to drink out of the bottle Chuuya nearly brained him with it. ]
You really were gone quite awhile. I was starting to worry that you had left for real. [ Dazai glances at Chuuya out of the corner of his eye, unwilling to give too much away. ]
When I died, it was quicker. Apparently not-dying is more time consuming.
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[ His tone is dismissive... but at the same time, not that dismissive. He's not planning on disappearing any time soon.
He knows already that Dazai is probably going to get something crab-related for dinner, so when he stops to get alcohol he makes sure to prioritize wine that will go well with seafood - even if it'll clash with the karaage.
He beats Dazai home simply by virtue of having less to grab from the store. By the time Dazai also returns, Chuuya is in the middle of tidying up. So when he hears Dazai enter he, naturally, hits him with a supremely annoyed look. ]
You made a fucking mess of this place.
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I washed your bedding. [ Because he slept in it. Like, he's still slept in it since then, but he did wash it at least once while Chuuya was gone, so there's that. Dazai wanders over to set down his items and then surveys the alcohol, draping over one of the chairs to stare at it. He knows better than to open it himself; last time he tried to drink out of the bottle Chuuya nearly brained him with it. ]
You really were gone quite awhile. I was starting to worry that you had left for real. [ Dazai glances at Chuuya out of the corner of his eye, unwilling to give too much away. ]
When I died, it was quicker. Apparently not-dying is more time consuming.