[The laugh does little to unnerve him; when you grow up around people like Mori and Dazai (and Akutagawa, of course), you stop being creeped out so easily.]
You still fight, huh? Me too.
[Chuuya orders yet another drink, and halfway through it he finally feels the familiar warmth and fuzziness of intoxication begin to set in.]
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You still fight, huh? Me too.
[Chuuya orders yet another drink, and halfway through it he finally feels the familiar warmth and fuzziness of intoxication begin to set in.]
Though I like knives more than swords.