[ The problem is twofold: one, the water is, unfortunately, rather cold; two, Dazai has, despite his desire to die, a preternatural ability to dodge death. So Dazai flails a little, underwater -- he's less weighed down without all the bandages and without any of the coats he would normally be wearing, and the motion propels him upwards enough that his face breaks into air and he instinctively takes a breath.
He stays above water long enough that he can faintly see the pinprick of red hair up on the bridge-- ]
Chuuya, it's cold! [ He's going to whine about this for the next six years if you don't rescue him. He's not doing the best job at treading water, given how swift the river is running-- and the fact that his fingertips are already turning blue. ]
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He stays above water long enough that he can faintly see the pinprick of red hair up on the bridge-- ]
Chuuya, it's cold! [ He's going to whine about this for the next six years if you don't rescue him. He's not doing the best job at treading water, given how swift the river is running-- and the fact that his fingertips are already turning blue. ]