[You try putting Akutagawa in pajamas, Atsushi. See how well that goes.
Chuuya snorts at Atsushi’s grand presentation of Daifuku. If ever there was a spoiled egg baby...]
Hey.
[Chuuya will gladly give Daifuku scratches and pets, because he’s going to be his second dad yet.
Chuuya’s eyes fall upon the scars left on Atsushi’s body, and it truly does drive home just how fucking awful his childhood was. Not that Chuuya has any fucking idea what a normal childhood looks like, but it certainly isn’t what Atsushi went through.
There’s something about Atsushi turning to face him that makes Chuuya feel a little surge of affection for him, but instead of gushing and throwing his around the guy, he scoots closer and reaches up to slide his fingers through Atsushi’s hair again.]
Surprised you haven’t asked me anything. Since I saw your past and all.
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Chuuya snorts at Atsushi’s grand presentation of Daifuku. If ever there was a spoiled egg baby...]
Hey.
[Chuuya will gladly give Daifuku scratches and pets, because he’s going to be his second dad yet.
Chuuya’s eyes fall upon the scars left on Atsushi’s body, and it truly does drive home just how fucking awful his childhood was. Not that Chuuya has any fucking idea what a normal childhood looks like, but it certainly isn’t what Atsushi went through.
There’s something about Atsushi turning to face him that makes Chuuya feel a little surge of affection for him, but instead of gushing and throwing his around the guy, he scoots closer and reaches up to slide his fingers through Atsushi’s hair again.]
Surprised you haven’t asked me anything. Since I saw your past and all.