For vacuum.

[thesettingsun]

[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.]

Comments

[vacuum]

You're already a marked improvement, and I've barely known you for 5 minutes.

[ This Dazai is actually polite and seems like a decent person. ]

[thesettingsun]

[Chuuya said something good about him~~~ He puffs himself up with pride.]

The superior Dazai Osamu is at your service, Nakahara-san!

[vacuum]

[ Ah if only shitty Dazai would react to him like this... Every time Chuuya is nice to him, that Dazai just makes him regret it somehow. ]

Just 'Chuuya' is fine.

[thesettingsun]

Alright, Chuuya. It's weird calling you both that, but I'll get used to it.

[And at least this one doesn't call him 'peach blossom bastard'.]

Do you read much? I know you don't read any of my works, but maybe we know some authors in common.