[It’s certainly not a costumed event, and yet all of the people here are dressed so differently from each other that it would be difficult to tell even if it was. From the more revealing outfits of those who dwell in Wyver to the flowing garments of Olympia, no two citizens look exactly the same in clothing or general appearance. Even still, there are some people here who stand out, like the citizens with animal features, and, of course, Chuuya with his fiery red hair and signature hat. It would be difficult to mistake him for anyone else, even in a room full of gingers.
It’s usually a blessing looking this unique and handsome, but in some cases, it can be a terrible curse. For example, there’s no way he could hide from someone truly out to get him unless he really tried...
He’s about to go refill his wine glass when one of the other guests bumps into him, and he whirls around, ready to chew them out for being so goddamn clumsy, but the words immediately die on his lips when he sees a familiar suit of armor standing before him. His blood turns to ice in his veins at the mere sight of that shiny black metal, but it’s that cocky, smarmy voice that really sends chills up Chuuya’s spine.]
Dazai...
[Chuuya hisses the name, brows furrowing as reality slowly begins to sink in. Dazai came all the way here, to Atsushi’s party, dressed like that just to fuck with him...and oh lord is it working. Despite the rage bubbling up within him like corrosive acid, Chuuya can feel his body betraying him in the worst of ways; a powerful throb of arousal gets his cock stirring between his legs, and he curses under his breath as vivid images of their little “act” come flooding, unbidden, into his mind. It’s too much, and Chuuya feels much too hot as he grabs Dazai by the wrist and drags him to an unoccupied corner of the room.
God, he’s so fucking pissed, and-
Oops. He just shattered the wine glass in his hand. Good thing he’s wearing gloves, but what a waste of booze. Stupid bastard...
When he speaks it’s in a harsh whisper, as if anyone is actually listening in.]
What the fuck are you doing here?? Wearing that?
[He’s just...going to try and ignore the heat simmering just beneath his surface from being this close to Dazai in that goddamn provacative outfit.]
I should kick your fucking ass. Don’t you have any goddamn decency??
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It’s usually a blessing looking this unique and handsome, but in some cases, it can be a terrible curse. For example, there’s no way he could hide from someone truly out to get him unless he really tried...
He’s about to go refill his wine glass when one of the other guests bumps into him, and he whirls around, ready to chew them out for being so goddamn clumsy, but the words immediately die on his lips when he sees a familiar suit of armor standing before him. His blood turns to ice in his veins at the mere sight of that shiny black metal, but it’s that cocky, smarmy voice that really sends chills up Chuuya’s spine.]
Dazai...
[Chuuya hisses the name, brows furrowing as reality slowly begins to sink in. Dazai came all the way here, to Atsushi’s party, dressed like that just to fuck with him...and oh lord is it working. Despite the rage bubbling up within him like corrosive acid, Chuuya can feel his body betraying him in the worst of ways; a powerful throb of arousal gets his cock stirring between his legs, and he curses under his breath as vivid images of their little “act” come flooding, unbidden, into his mind. It’s too much, and Chuuya feels much too hot as he grabs Dazai by the wrist and drags him to an unoccupied corner of the room.
God, he’s so fucking pissed, and-
Oops. He just shattered the wine glass in his hand. Good thing he’s wearing gloves, but what a waste of booze. Stupid bastard...
When he speaks it’s in a harsh whisper, as if anyone is actually listening in.]
What the fuck are you doing here?? Wearing that?
[He’s just...going to try and ignore the heat simmering just beneath his surface from being this close to Dazai in that goddamn provacative outfit.]
I should kick your fucking ass. Don’t you have any goddamn decency??