Thread continuation for thetaintedsorrow.

[goatsongs]

[from here]

Heh. I can think of plenty of people who'd call me vain for drinking to that one. Lucky I'm drinking with you instead.

[Chuuya drinks, naturally.]

Well, never have I ever been a sexy redhead.

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[thetaintedsorrow]

[Chuuya doesn’t have to be told twice; with a few more stuttering jerks of his hips he finally comes, white hot pleasure igniting every nerve in his body as he spills himself inside of tiny-Chuuya. Once he’s completely spent he gives himself a moment to recover from his earth-shattering orgasm before pulling out and collapsing onto his side on the bed. He’s a panting, shuddering, sticky mess, but goddamn if that wasn’t one of the best orgasms of his life.

And he licks his hand clean while looking at tiny-Chuuya because of course he does.]

Well...how was my first time pitching?

[goatsongs]

No complaints here.

[Chuuya's exhausted and sticky, and he feels fantastic. He turns around to get a better look at other-Chuuya (being stupidly hot), but that's about as much movement as he's up for right now.]

Any chance I could convince you to do that again sometime?

[thetaintedsorrow]

Hell yes.

[And they do end up doing that again, several times, and despite his being an executive in the Port Mafia, he ends up staying the night at the library at least twice a week.

It’s nice...almost too nice, and Chuuya has grown fond of waking up next to tiny-Chuuya’s warmth. Tonight he’s invited other-Chuuya out for (surprise surprise) drinks, and his face immediately lights up when he sees other-Chuuya heading his way.]

Hey. Fancy meeting you here.

[goatsongs]

[It's nice to have a fuckbuddy and a drinking partner. It's a different kind of nice to wake up with someone else curled around him. Chuuya's not one to make friends, but he could at least say that he enjoys other-Chuuya's company even when they aren't having sex or drinking.

Not that he'd turn down the invitation for drinks, of course.

Other-Chuuya's remark gets a grin in return.]

Come here often?

[thetaintedsorrow]

Yeah. The booze is good, and so is the company~

[So much flirting. Chuuya saved a seat for tiny-Chuuya of course, a barstool right next to his own, and there’s already a glass of sake waiting for his date (of sorts).]

Anything exciting happening at the library?

[goatsongs]

[Chuuya takes a seat and has a swig of sake before he answers that question.]

What would you think was exciting at a library? Getting new books in? A book club starting up?

[...or, doesn't answer that question. It's a deliberate evasion.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

Come on now. You always come back to your room looking mussed and exhausted. Other than fucking I can’t imagine any normal library activities requiring that much energy.

[Yes, Chuuya is being nosy, even though he himself has plenty of secrets. He takes a sip of his whiskey as he gives tiny-Chuuya a sidelong glance.]

I can keep a secret, you know.

[goatsongs]

[...That's a good point, and he should've figured Chuuya would ask about it sometime.]

It's not that it's a secret, it just sounds really stupid if I say it.

[It is actually a secret, but Chuuya doesn't care.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

Try me.

[Seriously, he’s seen some ridiculous shit in his life. How bizarre could it be? Surely no more odd than a whale shaped airship.]

If you tell me I’ll return the favor by answering a question about myself.

[goatsongs]

[Blandly:]

I'm the summoned spirit of a dead author who goes inside books to fight monsters that are eating literature.

[...you said 'try me'.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Well then. That is...

Certainly not what he expected.

Chuuya turns to look at tiny-Chuuya incredulously, and though he might call bullshit on just about anyone else, he has a feeling that no matter how odd it may sound, every word is completely true.]

You’re not lying, are you?

[goatsongs]

[Chuuya shakes his head. As stupid as it sounds, it's true.]

Have you got a knife I can borrow for two seconds? This might be easier with evidence.

[thetaintedsorrow]

Uh...okay...

[Normally he’d object to giving up his prized knife, but he thinks that other-Chuuya has earned the benefit of a doubt.

He pulls out the butterfly knife from his pants pocket and hands it over with a slightly concerned expression.]

[goatsongs]

Thanks.

[Chuuya takes it in his left hand - it's obvious by now that he's left-handed - and sets his right hand on the bar.

And then stabs the back of his hand.

Right away it's obvious what's wrong - the knife doesn't come away with red blood, but a black liquid, thinner. The wound on his hand 'bleeds' the same black liquid. It's the consistency and color of ink.]

Okay, done.

[He holds Chuuya's knife out to him.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

[WOW OKAY Chuuya had expected maybe a little cut or something, but tiny-Chuuya goes hardcore and stabs his own hand, and-

Oh. OH.

So it’s all true...

That, or he’s more wasted than he’d thought.]

The hell?! You didn’t need to go that goddamn far!

[Chuuya pulls a handkerchief out of his waistcoat pocket and quickly wraps the wound with impossibly wide eyes.]

Okay, I believe you, so don’t do that shit again.

[goatsongs]

It's not that big a deal...

[Benefits(?) of being injured to almost falling apart on a regular basis: a completely blase attitude towards minor injuries.]

I wasn't going to do it more than once anyway.

[thetaintedsorrow]

Good. I don’t have that many rags.

[Chuuya is used to patching up wounds in his line of work, but part of him wonders if it’s even necessary for tiny-Chuuya, considering that he’s apparently already dead...]

So you fight? Every day? To save books?

[It still sounds completely unbelievable, but bleeding ink is undeniable proof.]

Why?

[goatsongs]

If I don't, they'll disappear, along with people's memories of them. I'm not humble enough to want people to forget everything I've done.

[Even if this Chuuya doesn't remember his name, he should be well-known.]

Besides, it's not like I've got anything better to do now.

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Chuuya can understand that; were he famous for anything other than destruction he supposes he’d feel the same.

He knows what it’s like to feel forgotten, after all.]

What about that Dazai guy? He does that too?

[goatsongs]

Yep. He's just as dead as I am.

[...maybe a little more depending on if you give bonus points for trying to be dead...]

[thetaintedsorrow]

Ah.

[Dead is dead in Chuuya’s book.

He downs the rest of his whiskey before ordering another, and honestly? He’s still trying to process all this. How the hell is it possible to come back from the dead? Delving into books he can believe, since he’s witnessed it first hand, but everything else? He just can’t seem to wrap his head around it.]

You don’t seem dead to me. I believe you, I’m just saying. You’re pretty warm and lively for a dead guy.

[goatsongs]

It's not hard to be livelier than a corpse.

[He's just saying.]

I don't pay too much attention to the specifics of how transmigration or whatever works. Just the practical parts where I shoot things.

[thetaintedsorrow]

Shoot? So you’re good with a gun, huh?

[Chuuya himself prefers knives, and of course his ability, but guns also have many uses, and he’s a decent shot.]

By the way, you haven’t asked me anything yet. About myself.

[goatsongs]

[...oh, right, other-Chuuya said if he answered his question he could ask some about himself...]

Are you actually a businessman?

[Somehow he doubts it, considering how well he took both the weirdness and Chuuya stabbing himself.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

Yeah. For the Port Mafia.

[That totally counts as being a businessman, right?]

Obviously it’s not something I go around announcing to the world, but it’s true.