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Dec. 7th, 2016 07:26 pmthesettingsun[Convincing Dazai to spend time getting to know the other Chuuya had been as easy as giving him a Look and implying that Chuuya was annoyed Dazai didn't immediately agree. So really it had been more like bullying him into it, but same difference.
The instructions poet-Chuuya had left with novelist-Dazai, with mafioso-Chuuya in the room to hear them, were: "Behave, don't cream your pants if you hear the name 'Akutagawa' like you usually do, try not to talk about dying, and have fun, I guess?"
The moment his Chuuya is out of the room, Dazai lets out a relieved sigh. Logically, he should probably be more scared of the Chuuya who actually kills people for a living than a poet, but Dazai Osamu's mental processes have never exactly been logical ones.]
So, uh... Nakahara-san?
[First order of business: what do they even call each other.]
The instructions poet-Chuuya had left with novelist-Dazai, with mafioso-Chuuya in the room to hear them, were: "Behave, don't cream your pants if you hear the name 'Akutagawa' like you usually do, try not to talk about dying, and have fun, I guess?"
The moment his Chuuya is out of the room, Dazai lets out a relieved sigh. Logically, he should probably be more scared of the Chuuya who actually kills people for a living than a poet, but Dazai Osamu's mental processes have never exactly been logical ones.]
So, uh... Nakahara-san?
[First order of business: what do they even call each other.]
