[ God, Chuuya. Stop bossing him around like this in public. Dazai likes it a little too much, and his first instinct is to return the bullying in full force. Unfortunately, considering his partner's exceptionally minuscule size, it isn't like they can fully enjoy reaping the rewards of riling each other up with their typical brand of taunts and teasing. Certainly not when it usually ends with both of them bloody or littered with bruises and bite-marks. ]

I think you've forgotten what an incredible help I've been to you so far.

[ Ah, well. It's not as though their height difference has ever stopped someone as prone to pestering him as Dazai is. Why let it be an issue now? So enjoy stopping on his finger and throwing your weight around, Chuuya. Because Dazai has two hands at his disposal, and he's more than willing to put the other into play by nudging against his tiny partner's side. It's not forceful enough to knock him over, nor even upset his balance. If anything, the slow brush of contact up Chuuya's torso would be nothing short of roaming if it had been the whole of his hand and their sizes more equivalent. ]

A little gratitude would be nice.

[ Instead of getting up to fetch drinks Dazai sure is moving to sit down and devote the whole of his attention towards making Chuuya work for what he wants. ]

You know what I think would motivate me, right about now?

[ He's sure to answer his own question, carefully wiggling the finger underneath Chuuya's feet just enough to acknowledge the slowly building tantrum of a stamping foot. And if it's not clear that he's pushing Chuuya's buttons just to see which ones will set him off, the most satisfied, lopsided smirk that he can muster slowly spreads across his face. ]

Hearing you say: 'Pretty please, Dazai~.' Or even 'Thank you for saving me, Dazai!'