[Because even if it’s another him, it’s still Dazai isn’t it? And perhaps given other circumstances, other motivations —
like the chance for someone like Odasaku to keep living
— he would have done the same things as that other him.
Dazai is used to Chuuya’s jabs, but he hates suffering and pain, so he does lean back to avoid the next hit. He remains smug, even with his shirt pulled like this, just so he has to lean his head down and meet his partner eye to eye.
He knows what’s going to happen next. He always does. But that’s why he loves to prod the hornet’s nest.]
Then spit it out, Chuuya. [He drawls out that name, as always.] Use your words! Being cryptic doesn’t suit you at all.
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like the chance for someone like Odasaku to keep living
— he would have done the same things as that other him.
Dazai is used to Chuuya’s jabs, but he hates suffering and pain, so he does lean back to avoid the next hit. He remains smug, even with his shirt pulled like this, just so he has to lean his head down and meet his partner eye to eye.
He knows what’s going to happen next. He always does. But that’s why he loves to prod the hornet’s nest.]
Then spit it out, Chuuya. [He drawls out that name, as always.] Use your words! Being cryptic doesn’t suit you at all.
[That's my job.]