[He knows that bossing Dazai around only amuses the guy, but what else can he do in his tiny state? He’s certain that Dazai won’t just leave him like this, so he’s not too worried about reining in his attitude. Tiny but fierce, just like he’s always been.]
Tch. Are you saying I owe you?
[He grumbles when Dazai nudges him again, that giant fingertip nearly brushing against his entire body at once. Gloved hands push back defiantly, though he doesn’t actually hate the contact. He does, however, hate that smug look on Dazai’s face, and really, what did he expect?]
Me not dying of dehydration should be more than enough motivation, you bastard.
[Chuuya isn’t actually in danger of such a thing, but that doesn’t mean he can’t complain all the same. He stamps his foot against Dazai’s finger, as if that’ll make him stop being so goddamn smug.
But damn it, he’s so thirsty right now, and so sick of being small...]
Thanks for saving me. [He mumbles it under his breath with a pretty blush.] Happy?
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Tch. Are you saying I owe you?
[He grumbles when Dazai nudges him again, that giant fingertip nearly brushing against his entire body at once. Gloved hands push back defiantly, though he doesn’t actually hate the contact. He does, however, hate that smug look on Dazai’s face, and really, what did he expect?]
Me not dying of dehydration should be more than enough motivation, you bastard.
[Chuuya isn’t actually in danger of such a thing, but that doesn’t mean he can’t complain all the same. He stamps his foot against Dazai’s finger, as if that’ll make him stop being so goddamn smug.
But damn it, he’s so thirsty right now, and so sick of being small...]
Thanks for saving me. [He mumbles it under his breath with a pretty blush.] Happy?