[Thank god for the alcohol that’s already in his system, or Chuuya might actually be irritated right now. It’s not Dazai’s presence that grates on him (not tonight, anyway), nor is it the taunting words that spill from wicked lips that Chuuya is all too familiar with. No, Chuuya’s annoyance is based solely on the unknown; where the hell has Dazai been, and why is he here tonight? Sex could very well be the endgame, but Chuuya sincerely doubts that Dazai would seek him out solely for physical pleasure. Unless, of course, their meeting is purely a coincidence.
As fucking if.]
If you came here to get laid then you’re gonna have to fucking wait. I’m not done drinking.
[Chuuya takes a drink of his whiskey for emphasis, the amber liquid burning his throat like hot coals, and yet that’s exactly what Chuuya needs right now. Too much shit has happened for him not to want to drown it all in booze for a night. The riots, the kidnappings, the PTSD, the inevitable threat of war looming on the horizon; why the hell wouldn’t Chuuya want to get wasted on the daily?
At least back home he had a purpose. Now? He’s got far too much freedom and no idea what to do with it.]
This planet is no fucking better than where we came from. Some paradise.
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[Thank god for the alcohol that’s already in his system, or Chuuya might actually be irritated right now. It’s not Dazai’s presence that grates on him (not tonight, anyway), nor is it the taunting words that spill from wicked lips that Chuuya is all too familiar with. No, Chuuya’s annoyance is based solely on the unknown; where the hell has Dazai been, and why is he here tonight? Sex could very well be the endgame, but Chuuya sincerely doubts that Dazai would seek him out solely for physical pleasure. Unless, of course, their meeting is purely a coincidence.
As fucking if.]
If you came here to get laid then you’re gonna have to fucking wait. I’m not done drinking.
[Chuuya takes a drink of his whiskey for emphasis, the amber liquid burning his throat like hot coals, and yet that’s exactly what Chuuya needs right now. Too much shit has happened for him not to want to drown it all in booze for a night. The riots, the kidnappings, the PTSD, the inevitable threat of war looming on the horizon; why the hell wouldn’t Chuuya want to get wasted on the daily?
At least back home he had a purpose. Now? He’s got far too much freedom and no idea what to do with it.]
This planet is no fucking better than where we came from. Some paradise.