[Oh, this is easier to deal with. More familiar. Exactly what a certain someone needs, not these prying questions that stick too close to his soul. The impact comes quick and painful, but Dazai continues to laugh regardless. He knows he has won.]
[Dazai isn't the only one laughing. It lacks mirth and joy. Instead, it fringes upon madness and frustration. Dazai wants him to be a monster. It's easy and violentー everything a certain bastard projects that he needs. But they know that's not true. If it were, why are Chuuya's hands back in his pockets?
There's only a sweeping kick into Dazai's side that follows. A choice. His choice!]
[He takes it in full - maybe because he deserves it, maybe because he doesn't feel like dodging. Either way, this is Chuuya, and he's used to parrying his blows. Even if the impact does make him cough: he is the strongest martial artist of the Port Mafia, after all.]
Yeah, that's right. [He's still laughing, inky and murky and everything inhuman about him.] You've always been like this.
[He doesn't specify if Chuuya is a monster or a human.]
[The grin he grants in response is wild. Natural for such a violent being. Dazai may cough, but he knows his kick is parried the moment it lands. The thrill from it carrie's into his eyes because there's nothing quite like fighting someone who can handle all that he is at his core. And with it a conveyance of trust in knowing his piece of shit of a partner in this dance of violence.
He's in step with him, knows the kick that sweeps out next might not knock Dazai's legs out from underneath him. What's left is to simply slam into him. Pin him down. There's all the frustration and passion to come with it. If Dazai wants it this wayー fine. They'll make an exchange in violence. The first strike is for that shitty tiger. This one is for coattails. The one actively struggling in the light just as much as you, Dazai.]
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There's only a sweeping kick into Dazai's side that follows. A choice. His choice!]
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Yeah, that's right. [He's still laughing, inky and murky and everything inhuman about him.] You've always been like this.
[He doesn't specify if Chuuya is a monster or a human.]
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[The grin he grants in response is wild. Natural for such a violent being. Dazai may cough, but he knows his kick is parried the moment it lands. The thrill from it carrie's into his eyes because there's nothing quite like fighting someone who can handle all that he is at his core. And with it a conveyance of trust in knowing his piece of shit of a partner in this dance of violence.
He's in step with him, knows the kick that sweeps out next might not knock Dazai's legs out from underneath him. What's left is to simply slam into him. Pin him down. There's all the frustration and passion to come with it. If Dazai wants it this wayー fine. They'll make an exchange in violence. The first strike is for that shitty tiger. This one is for coattails. The one actively struggling in the light just as much as you, Dazai.]