[ No, seriously. Who is this guy? The question gnaws at Chuuya's thoughts, and the gnawing just gets faster with each new word out of this weirdo's mouth. Because each new word brings with it the faintest stirring of familiarity.
Familiarity that's only reinforced by the motions the two of them go through. Dazai pulls Chuuya down and Chuuya makes his descent by driving his knee into Dazai's ribs. The angle is unfortunately bad enough that they probably won't crack, but Chuuya hopes for it viciously anyway. Especially when Dazai manages to flick him in the nose, prompting a snarl from Chuuya that bears an incredible resemblance to the sound of rocks in a blender. ]
Like he'll he'd fire me after--
[ ... Wait. There's something there, isn't there? Something he can almost grasp in the mire of his memories. ]
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Familiarity that's only reinforced by the motions the two of them go through. Dazai pulls Chuuya down and Chuuya makes his descent by driving his knee into Dazai's ribs. The angle is unfortunately bad enough that they probably won't crack, but Chuuya hopes for it viciously anyway. Especially when Dazai manages to flick him in the nose, prompting a snarl from Chuuya that bears an incredible resemblance to the sound of rocks in a blender. ]
Like he'll he'd fire me after--
[ ... Wait. There's something there, isn't there? Something he can almost grasp in the mire of his memories. ]