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[thetaintedsorrow]

Who: Chuuya (thetaintedsorrow) & you!
What: May catch-all! Featuring adventures in Khalo village and Flona Cove.
When: May!
Where: Various!
Warning(s): Possible NSFW, but it’ll be marked.



I. Chuuya in Wonderland

[After hearing the news that Khalo Village had opened up to visitors for the first time in centuries, Chuuya had decided that it was something he definitely needed to see. Who knows if he’ll ever get another opportunity to explore the place? Visiting new places and experiencing the culture there is always fun, so he might as well go while he can!

Of course that means he’ll have to smoke fyrra, the weed that allows those who aren’t full-blood Khali to enter the village without falling into a deep slumber. It’s pretty much just fancy weed, and Chuuya feels slightly more relaxed after smoking it, but it’s definitely not as good as booze. It does, however, allow him to enter the area around the village, and so he does, not expecting anything to go awry.

So of course he ends up stepping on a large purple mushroom and shrinking down to the size of a thimble. Shit.

Luckily he’s still able to use his gravity manipulating ability, and he’ll climb up the nearest tall tree while waving his arms and shouting in a tiny voice to the first passer-by he sees.]

Oi! Over here! Hey!

II. Voulez-Vous Coucher Avec Moi? [Probably NSFW, Closed to CR]

[Once Chuuya actually reaches the village and obtains the antidote to return him to his normal size he’ll need a break to relax, and what better way to do so than to visit one of the many smoking lounges? According to the locals, regular fyrra is available here, as well a strain that causes “an even higher elevated mood, as well as increased sexual desire and heightened sensation.”

Sounds fun, right? Chuuya already has a head start, lounging on a rather plush looking couch in a black silk robe that resembles a kimono. He seems to be in a good mood.

Care to join him?]

III. Flying High

[Temporary flight potions are readily available in Khalo Village, and Chuuya will excitedly encourage anyone who comes along to drink one so that he can have a flying buddy at long last! Will you take him up on that offer?

Oops, he’s already tugging on your arm!]

C’mon! It’ll be a blast!

IV. Tame the Beast

[The Taming Fields are an area near the village where beasts that the Khali have tamed roam free. Chuuya can’t help but wander over to one of them, a rhinoceros-like creature covered in moss with flowers on its horns (called a Mossley by the Khali), and try his hand at petting it. The creature seems docile and friendly, and it leans into his touch.

According to the locals, Mossleys are drawn to two people with positive emotional bonds, and enjoy laying between them. Will you be one of those people? Or does Chuuya grate on your nerves?

Grinning, he waves over the nearest person to share in the experience.]

Ever seen anything like it?

V. Beach Episode

[When he returns from his excursion to Khalo Village Chuuya will be itching for a trip to the beach, and you can find him on the shore soaking up some sun, in the water swimming around, or enjoying a cocktail in the shade.

However, said cocktail isn’t your run of the mill booze; it’ll turn him into an exact copy of whoever approaches him! How bizarre!

Will you hang out with him on the beach or engage in some silly clone shenanigans?]

Wildcard!

[Have something you wanna plot with me? I’m over at arcanestardust! Don’t be shy!]

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[thetaintedsorrow]

[It’s much harder climbing up Dazai’s sleeve without his ability, but he does manage, shielded by the protectiveness of Dazai’s hand. It’s something he hadn’t expected, something that fills him with a sort of warmth he realizes is dangerously close to fondness, but he’s not about to get all mushy about it as he perches himself on Dazai’s shoulder like some kind of tiny parrot. This way Dazai can hear him loud and clear as he huffs and complains about this current state. He deserves it for all the short jokes, after all.]

As if I couldn’t still kick your ass if I was cat sized.

[He’s confident that he could kick Dazai’s ass at anytime, in any state. Except this one. But only because he’s lacking his ability. That’s the only reason!!! Even tiny kicks from Chuuya would hurt! And yet the desire to beat Dazai to a pulp has lessened considerably since he’d learned the truth of Dazai’s betrayal, and he can’t exactly be ungrateful for being plucked out of the forest, where any little thing could spell his doom.]

You’re enjoying this.

[Chuuya reaches up to tug on a lock of Dazai’s hair, pulling it just hard enough to get his attention..]

I can’t do anything useful when I’m this tiny, so I want to fix it. ASAP.

[cassus]

Oh, but you misunderstand... I'm not afraid of you at any size.

[ The issue here is that Dazai can't touch him, let alone indulge in his urge to poke and prod in amusement at a miniaturized version of his partner, without the very real concern of doing him considerable harm. Being thimble-sized means that even the wrong brush of a thumb or sudden shift in his shoulders could either break an arm or send Chuuya soaring. And whatever their threats may have been to one another in the past, promising to dole out damage or fates far worse than those, Dazai has no intention of ever following through. The fact his ever-vigilant hand continues to play chaperone by shielding Chuuya upon his perch is proof enough of that. ]

It's a little difficult to fully appreciate your shrunken state when you're this microscopically small.

[ The tug of his hair is given all the notice it needs, urging him upright and back onto his little log bridge. But not without putting on a performance of a little laugh or two. In the back of his mind there's concern, muddled with a heady mixture of various other feelings revolving around Chuuya's present state. But among those is a sense of protectiveness he didn't plan on finding himself feeling today, coupled with the adoration that comes with knowing something more defenseless and dependent actually needs you. ]

You're right, at least. It's been a while since I had you in the palm of my hand.

[ Even though he's facing forward in his trek towards the village, Chuuya should be close enough to watch the thoughtful grin spread over Dazai's face. No further works need to be spoken, nor any actions given, for it to be apparent what's on his mind. The smirk uncoils itself right alongside thoughts that both suggest an upper-hand and other activities that didn't always rely upon blackmail. ]

I wonder if the antidote only returns you to normal. Or if they'll make you a couple inches shorter, if I pay extra.

[thetaintedsorrow]

[If Dazai outright called him defenseless and dependent Chuuya might just kick him with those tiny little legs, but right now he’s too focused on getting himself back to normal. Chuuya hates feeling powerless like this, but it’s not the first time he’s been completely at Dazai’s mercy, either. He doesn’t feel unsafe, just irritated that he can’t even walk anywhere on his own right now. It’s made worse by Dazai’s shit-eating grin and teasing comments, and Chuuya yanks a strand of his hair much harder this time.]

The peanut gallery should stay silent, because they’re not funny.

[Chuuya tries to settle in as Dazai starts walking forward again, pulling his tiny knees up to his chest.]

And I guess you just got lucky, not running into any problems.

[If he sounds a little bitter it’s because he is. It seems like Chuuya is the one who keeps falling victim to ridiculous circumstances lately, and he keeps having to rely on people to assist him. Maybe one day he’ll be the one doing the saving. Maybe.]

You have plenty of reasons to fix this too, you know.

[Chuuya can’t exactly provide any kind of company like this, aside from the kind you might lavish on a particularly tiny pet.]

I really gotta learn some magic.

[cassus]

Don't be jealous, Chuuya. Besides, you play the damsel in distress so nicely.

[ All the tugging and pulling upon him feels reminiscent of a pet playing with it's master's hair, or even munching upon the strands in order to redirect the brunt of a pet-parent's attention back their way. Hard as Chuuya may try to grasp at them, his pint-sized form can't deliver the same force as if he hadn't been shrunk down to doll-sized proportions. So it causes next to no pain or irritation, but merely keeps Dazai in the loop of his puny partner's mood. ]

Look on the bright side! You only have the rest of your life to be embarrassed...

[ Neither option he'll propose sounds like a positive take on things, but it's natural enough to tease. If anything, Chuuya's small size prompts it even more, enough for one of the digits acting as a guard-rail around him to shift close enough for contact. It nudges his partner's teeny form in the lightest touch, akin to a playful shove, yet is delivered softly enough to keep from pushing him over. ]

And to repay your life-debt to me. Which is a thing in Khalo, you can be sure.

[ Dazai has yet to research about all the native customs, but Khalo's tribe-like lifestyle surely has an honor code and rules concerning the politics of life and death. Even if he's merely trying to get a rise out of Chuuya, he doubts it's the farthest stretch he's made to date. ]

I wonder what terrible price you have to pay, if you betray such a sacred law~.

[ Reaching Khalo is something of a walk, necessitated by a forest of fungi which sprawls almost ceaselessly around it's perimeter. That, and no matter how massive the ancient behemothic tree had been, once it's trunk comes to an end that forces Dazai back onto the ground floor, watching his step all the more. Their mutual conversation continues as it had before, with the occasional jab among scattered chit-chat. But it's not as jovially flippant, nor is the hand monitoring Chuuya's place on his shoulder eager to leave until they're free from the woodlands.

One particular subject does dwell on him as they enter the village grounds; which spurs him to revive the subject now that they're within relative enough safety to split his focus. Finding a healer or medicine man to undo this particular issue isn't a life or death peril, which means half of his focus can divert itself into contemplating Chuuya's response. ]

Are you that dead-set on not needing anyone's help, if you're in trouble?

[thetaintedsorrow]

Jealous my ass.

[The playful nudge earns Dazai a squeaky, high-pitched curse, and Chuuya latches onto the digit to keep himself upright. If Dazai isn’t careful he might just bite him to get his point across that he’s miffed right now.]

Bullshit. You’re making that up.

[As of Chuuya doesn’t already owe Dazai a life debt for bringing him into the Mafia and snapping out of Corruption countless times. It’s something Dazai should already know, so like hell Chuuya is gonna say it. Maybe they’d only ended up working together because of Mori, but so much has happened since then that it’s safe to say that no one knows the other better than the infamous Soukoku.

At Dazai’s question Chuuya frowns, brows furrowing in a way that won’t be readily apparent when he’s this tiny.]

What kind of question is that? You know damn well I am. The only reason the boss kept me around was because he knew the only time I ever really needed help was with Corruption.

[Sure, there’d been other times when he’d been saved, but he could’ve fought his way out of them with Corruption if he had to. Probably. Chuuya is, and always has been, incredibly strong, and accepting help, especially when it could get the other person killed, is a sign of weakness in his eyes. There’s a difference between aiding an ally and constantly saving their ass, after all.

And yet somehow he doesn’t mind being the one doing the saving.]

[cassus]

Even if war breaks out?

[ Dazai isn't letting this conversation slip through his fingers, now that he's finally had a chance to breech the subject pertaining to Chuuya's safety- And potentially his use of Corruption in this world. Tensions have been on the rise between both cities, culminating in events that pulled residents into the center of this world's conflict and left them far worse for wear.

Linneus hadn't been entirely forthcoming about all of the events, but Dazai had more than one man in his web of contacts on Nysa, who filtered recent events his way. Between those select few, the network, and keeping an ever-open ear to the ground, he knew things were only getting worse.

And if a full-scale conflict broke out, he doesn't have to wonder how far Chuuya would go to protect those he cares about. In times past he'd pushed himself to every limit all for the sake of the Port Mafia's continued survival. And Yokohama's. If it came down to it, he knows that Chuuya would gladly sacrifice himself for those he's grown close to here. It wouldn't matter if Dazai wasn't anywhere nearby or if he had no chance of being pulled from that feral state- Chuuya was someone who fought to the death.

Just this knowledge has kept him up till dawn; sleeplessly evading even a minute of sleep for more nights than he'd admit. ]

Mori isn't here, Chuuya. [ Obvious, but edging toward his point. ] If you haven't noticed, your life is different now.

[ He doesn't say that no one else keeps Chuuya around for this reason. It's partly because he's selfish; jealous to the point that bringing anyone else up makes him instantly refuse to include such a mention. But the point still stands, that Chuuya doesn't need to rationalize stubbornly refusing to rely upon anyone else anymore. ]

And if my memory is correct, which it always is... I was useful to you for more than Corruption.

[ Of all people, Chuuya doesn't need the reminder that they were partners. Nor does he require a blow by blow of all the instances where they worked together, with Chuuya wholly relying upon him for the strategy and intel, not to mention more than once needing for Dazai to develop a quick escape plan on the fly.

Chuuya has never been the lone wolf he thinks himself to be. Nor does he have to. ]

We're here. [ There's a line at the healer's hut. ] Looks like a bit of a wait.

[thetaintedsorrow]

No shit. I know my life is different here, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna sit back and watch everything I care about be destroyed.

[Perhaps war is inevitable, or maybe a different, more dire catastrophic event will occur before Olympia and Wyver manage to tear each other to pieces, but either way Chuuya isn’t going to sit on the sidelines while others fight. If he doesn’t use his ability for protecting what matters, then why even have it in the first place?]

I’m not just gonna throw my life away, though, so you don’t have to worry.

[Chuuya doesn’t think Dazai worries all that much about him anyway, but still.

Ah damn. Chuuya was hoping to fix this ASAP, and he huffs when he sees the long line at the healer’s hut. He supposes he’ll just have to wait, but that doesn’t mean he can’t fold his arms like an angry toddler and grumble under his breath.]

...let’s come back later. I’m thirsty.

[That might seem counterproductive to what Chuuya wants, but he can put up with being tiny for a little while longer if it means not having to talk about his own faults and self-destructive tendencies as they wait in line.]

Just a drop of water will do.

[cassus]

Seems like your itty-bitty ears aren't hearing me right! So I suppose I'll forgive the misunderstanding.

[ There's no helping the line or an expectation of a lengthy wait, so it's just as well that Chuuya poses another option to merely standing around. Dazai turns to wander through Khalo's system of tree houses to a place where food and drink are readily available. Chuuya at his tiniest could be placated with a water drop, but after all their walking he could use more sustenance than the dew drops on a nearby leaf. ]

No one is asking you to do nothing.

[ Dazai isn't about to demand that Chuuya play spectator to some phenomenal ( or not ) battle that lies on the horizon. That's never been their style nor what crawls under his skin. What bothers him is the knowledge that his partner will surely try to take it on alone. Chuuya admitted as much, just moments ago, swearing up and down that he leans on no one else to get things done. Going so far as to talk about how firmly he believes his usefulness in the Mafia existed only so long as he was self reliant brings home how deeply rooted this belief extends within his psyche.

Dazai knows he shoulders at least partial blame for this. Despite however incredibly self-reliant Chuuya had always been, in order to survive a childhood spent on the streets and living hand to mouth, it isn't as though Dazai hasn't done him damage. The fact Chuuya had been abandoned and left on his own, his ultimate ability rendered useless once he was one half of a whole team, all by the only partner he'd ever had?

Yeah, Dazai isn't about to pretend his defection didn't solidify every trust issue and burn to ashes Chuuya's expectations for truly relying upon anyone enough to partner with someone again. ]

The point here is this- [ He sighs. ] You have no reason to do anything alone anymore.

[ Because Chuuya isn't alone. And no matter how completely they might have both burnt their bridges to one another, abolishing a partnership all those years ago, it's rebuilt itself from scratch without either of them expecting it. ]

Do my ears deceive me? Is the legendary drunk of the Port Mafia preferring water over whiskey?

[ Khalo's system of interwoven levels brings them to a beverage stand and eatery where all manner of local dishes are served to the sounds of music playing in the distance. It's almost a shame that Chuuya isn't full-sized enough to appreciate it all. But the novelty of his teeny-tiny stature almost makes up for it, at least until Dazai has to crouch some to guide Chuuya onto the top of a nearby table.

One of the perks of being thimble-sized: Standing atop a table and not causing a huge stir. ]

Ah, I wonder if I was hit with a hallucination spell somewhere in the forest...

[thetaintedsorrow]

...I know I’m not alone.

[He knows very well by now that he’s got people he can rely on, but he’d never forgive himself if anyone got seriously injured or killed on his behalf. Still, he’s no one’s keeper, and if the others see fit to go out and fight then he can hardly stop them. He’s only one mortal man, but at least he can try to be there for the people that really matter to him. Being free from the Mafia means that he can form bonds more easily, and he intends to cherish them all.

Oh good, at least there’s somewhere to sit and relax and refuel around here. Chuuya steps onto the table before turning to Dazai with a pissy little look.]

Of course I want whiskey, but more than a drop might actually kill me at this size.

[He plants a tiny foot on Dazai’s finger like he owns it. Just because he’s shrunk in size doesn’t mean his attitude has changed.]

C’mon. I’m dehydrating down here.

[cassus]

[ 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!'

[thetaintedsorrow]

[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?

[cassus]

You know what? ...I just might be, Chibikko.

[ It could be a trick of the light, filtering mottled spots of sunbeams through too many trees here in Khalo, or even Chuuy succumbing to the thirst he keeps proclaiming is growing worse. Either way, Dazai's expression flickers towards undeniably fond, in just the instant before he dips his head to laugh softly, pretending like it's not muffled solely to do little damage to tiny ears. ]

Okay, ankle-biter. If you're just about done walking all over me...

[ That digit which had brushed up against Chuuya's side changes tactics, ever so softly touching nothing but Chuuya's cheek, as if wishing to gather up the rosy warmth from such a rare expression and pocket it for later. It's a feat unto itself, considering the size difference. ]

I'll see if I can scrounge up the dirtiest water-drop here, fit for an angry little bumblebee like yourself.

[ Much as he enjoys being stepped on, now and in situations where the hard press of Chuuya's foot ( Stiletto-clad, bare or sporting his best loafers ) packs a lot more punch- he doesn't actually plan on letting Chuuya suffer. If being thirsty is an issue enough to warrant this much protest, Dazai will withdraw his finger, slowly enough so that Chuuya can step off, before getting up. ]

Try to stay put. [ Dazai shrugs off his coat and drapes it across the table, marking it as taken. ] I'll be back in a moment.

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Ah, now there’s a nickname that conjures up some memories. Chuuya immediately flushes the brightest red imaginable, flustered beyond belief that a nickname of all things could have this kind of effect on him. He remembers punching Dazai in the gut for calling him that before, because it’s totally insulting, even if meant in an endearing sort of way, but now he finds himself embarasssed for entirely different reasons. Even if it’s still insulting because look how tiny he is...]

Just wait till I get full size again. I’m gonna kick your ass.

[Too bad all the bluster goes right out of him when Dazai caresses his cheek like that. It shouldn’t feel as nice as it does, especially when he’s this tiny, but it’s better than being poked and prodded, he supposes. A lot better, and he almost misses the contact when Dazai pulls away to fetch him some water.]

Hurry up.

[The second Dazai turns to leave Chuuya will crawl over onto his coat and sit with his knees hugged to his chest. How is he going to live like this if the cure doesn’t work? Will the mushroom’s effects wear off eventually? It’s unsettling to think about, but at least he’s not alone.]

[cassus]

I've no objection to a little rough play. But only if you kiss it after!

[ The addendum is there for provocation only. Then again, when is it ever anything but? Dazai can't often resist trying to stoke the flames of embarrassment any way he can, when Chuuya wears a blush like the finest adornment. The red flush darting up fair skin compliments him, head to toe, coaxing Dazai to loiter at least long enough to take a mental snapshot of how cute Chuuya looks- tiny, flustered and completely at his mercy.

He has to leave before the compulsion to press kisses to his partner's small frame overrides good sense and reason. ]

It's a date, then. Once you're at a size where I can actually feel it.

[ There are few enough patrons littered about to really pay Dazai any mind, even after his unabashedly salacious offer airs itself in public. The downside of this fact is that Chuuya will essentially be left to his lonesome until Dazai returns. While Dazai would next to never describe his partner as vulnerable, no matter his size, the fauna here are probably worse than a rogue crow that would try to make a meal out of such an adorable morsel. Dazai hadn't had the time to study up on all of the dangers here, and executing a plan without knowing all the ins and outs never sits well with him.

So once he makes his way over to where one of the locals is preparing beverages and edibles for the recent deluge of insatiable tourists, he'll lay down some silver. It's a bribe of course, tailed quickly by a threat to ensure the local is properly motivated, so that nothing untoward will happen to the munchkin curled up in his clothes.

Once a promise is given to watch over both Dazai's coat and the precious cargo upon it, he'll leave for the healer's hut once more. This time, line or no, Dazai is able to procure an antidote. Certainly in part due to several tricks up his sleeve.

He returns quickly enough, picking up his prior order on his way back to the table. On the tray he brings over is Khalo's take on whiskey, a glass of ice water water, the antidote and two dishes of food that come highly recommended by fellow visitors. He wagers that if Chuuya is thirsty, then hunger is sure to follow. So why not tackle two birds with one stone?

Except that the sight of Chuuya curled up into himself, knees pressed to his chest like a child shielding itself from impending harm, completely derails all of those thoughts. He doesn't just look small and vulnerable- right now Chuuya is and he knows it. Seeing him like this wracks Dazai's heart with an ache that refuses to ebb away. At least not until he comes up behind that figure to softly brush the shape of knuckles oh so gently against the slope of a tiny back.

If Dazai hadn't known that he'd sacrifice everything, even his own life and every chance at happiness, all for Chuuya's sake- he does in this moment. ]

I come bearing gifts. Unless a certain angry bumblebee isn't interested.

[ The tray might settle atop their chosen table, but Dazai's hand isn't ready to still until it once again strokes against the side of a teeny-tiny face he never wants to stop holding, nor see wracked with fear or dread. ]

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Chuuya has little choice but to wait patiently until Dazai returns with the water, and in that time frame he ponders over what he’s going to do if he’s stuck like this. It’s not a certainty, but anything could happen, and if his fate is to be tiny(er) forever, then at least he can live in Dazai’s pocket or something. It’s not ideal, but at least he’d be alive, right...? And he could still use his ability, even if beating up anything larger than a bird would prove futile...

He’s snapped out of his thoughts when Dazai brushes against him again, and this time he doesn’t pull away or fuss, instead leaning into the touch like an affectionate cat. Dazai is being impossibly gentle with him right now, and honestly, Chuuya could get used to it if he’s not careful.]

I’ll take it.

[He uses Dazai’s finger to get back to his feet before checking out what he’d brought. The smell of whiskey is almost overpowering at this size, but Chuuya will still try it after he gets a drink of water. Except the glass is too tall for him to get into...

Blushing once again, he turns to Dazai, who’s the only one who can reach it for him.]

Hey. I just need a few drops.

[In a smaller glass, or, maybe...off his finger...

How embarrassing.]

[cassus]

[ Anyone else may simply appreciate how readily Chuuya warms up to those brief moments of contact, but Dazai devours the sight like a man starved for it. Chuuya isn't laid bare or scantily clad in garments suited for nighttime rendezvous for two, yet that doesn't detract from the touch. Nor does it stop how his partner holds Dazai's focus with that honest dose of affection.

The thing about it is, much as he loves every other side of the man, Chuuya's little lean into his fingers comes out of nowhere to blindside him with it's tenderness. And that's all it takes, one rare display of sweetness, for Dazai to greedily want seconds, thirds and more.

Who could blame him when Chuuya acts as if the brush of Dazai's hands holds a magnetic pull capable of drawing him in? Because wouldn't that be quite an impressive ability to have- The power of winning over something as wild as Chuuya is, taming him like a house pet, as if a vessel strong enough to house a God could ever be domesticated.

Practicality and the fact Chuuya can't so much as reach the glass steers him back into reality. At least for long enough to read between the lines and know that Chuuya won't be at his mercy enough to wind up 'eating out of his hands', so to speak. But he will be drinking from them. ]

I always knew you were shameless, but licking my fingers in public?

[ So with a knowing smirk he moves to slowly tilt the contents of Chuuya's ice-water over-top his index finger, doing so away from the table itself to prevent from accidentally dousing his partner. Dazai repeats the process with the whiskey and the antidote, respectively using his middle and ring finger for each, though carefully 'forgetting' to mention what that third cup contains. ]

My, my. Looks like this trip is finally proving itself to be worth the effort.

[ Each glass drip beads upon those digits, one after the other, until there's just enough for Chuuya to get his fill, whether it'll take only one or several drops to quench his thirst.

The final glass finds it's way back onto the table's top with a small sound as Dazai moves to settle himself back into his prior seat. This way his hands will be steadier when Chuuya takes sips from those fingertips. All of which are presented within his partner's reach.

The index finger is littered with water drops, the middle whiskey and the third the antidote. But without a word of advice he'll let Chuuya pick his poison, smothering his amusement at how this will pan out. ]

Bottoms up, Chuuya~.

[thetaintedsorrow]

[If Dazai called him out on just how sweet he can be Chuuya would immediately grumble and huff and try to prove that he’s most certainly not tender or soft, so it’s for the best that he just lets it happen. It’s bad enough that Chuuya has to rely on him for almost everything right now, so rubbing it in would only make him nice and salty.

The teasing he can deal with, because it’s expected, but that doesn’t mean he’ll just happily lap the liquid from Dazai’s fingers like some obedient dog.]

Do you ever stop talking??

[And what is that third liquid?? It’s clear, so maybe vodka? Tequila? Some other Nysan alcohol? Chuuya is tempted to go for it first, but his thirst pleads for him to actually go for the water, and so he pushes himself up on tiny legs before turning and staring at the water droplet on Dazai’s index finger. Ugghhhhh!! This is humiliating!! But his mouth is so dry...

Finally he gives in and opens his mouth nice and wide just in time for the droplet to land in it, and while it’s almost too much, Chuuya manages to swallow all of it like a man parched. He’s well aware how suggestive this looks, especially when a stray bead drips down his tiny chin, but at least his body is finally able to cool down and be quenched by the water.]

...better.

[He’s red as can be, and while he could scoff and turn his nose up at the booze, this is Chuuya we’re talking about here, and almost immediately he chases the water with the whiskey droplet, shuddering at how much more potent the alcohol is when he’s this tiny. One bitter droplet is enough to get him pleasantly buzzed, and he ends up shamelessly licking the remnants off Dazai’s middle finger.]

This is good shit.

[cassus]

[ Dazai isn't a man who often finds himself second-guessing the schemes which he's carefully set into play. But the sight of Chuuya's soft lips parted wide and eager, drawing in that enormous drop, begin to brew a growing reluctance over restoring the other man's height. If his interests lean towards the sake of amusement, then he's already getting it in ample supply. So why rush towards a quick resolution when he's having the time of his life? It's better to sit back and savor the sight of Chuuya getting drunk off licking at his fingers as if Dazai himself is intoxicating. ]

Never, ever. [ He smirks. ] And I'm only stating the obvious.

[ At any size Chuuya is a sight to behold when the heat of anger drains from his red-hot temper and all the posturing bravado is laid to rest. In those quiet moments Dazai can almost believe that Chuuya wants to obey him, following all the silly rules to whatever ridiculous game that Dazai has turned their situation into. But with Chuuya so vulnerable and all the more fragile because of his pixiefied state- Dazai finds himself compelled to reach out between the distance and touch him more than ever.

His index finger rises as the bead of water falls, dribbling itself down a tiny chin. Infinitesimal as it is, he catches the pearl of liquid while at the same time stroking Chuuya's face, all before his partner moves on to sip at the next droplet. ]

That good, huh? Well, then... [ No consideration is necessary. ] Maybe I should try it too.

[ Dazai drinks in the sight of Chuuya as his body is wracked with a near illicit shudder over nothing more than a sip of liquor. True, it's a powerful concentration in his miniaturized state. But Dazai feels almost envious that it's a drink that leaves such a lasting impact, when his hands have yet to do the same tonight. That spark of jealousy is enough for him to envision all the other ways he might garner the same response before this trip is over.

His own carnal notions aside, such an intense reaction solidifies in his mind that of all his ideas, the drinking part of this ploy wasn't such a bad decision at all. So why not join his partner in the fun?

Dazai's freehand moves to select the whiskey glass once more, but in place of simply swallowing the liquor down in one tasteless gulp, he lets it pool at the rim. His sip is slow and lingering, in tune with a gaze that does the same as it studies Chuuya's little pink tongue in fascination. He doesn't miss a moment as it flicks kittenishly over-top Dazai's skin, nor can he resist how the tickling laps send shivers of pleasure down to the base of his spine and stoke a rising flame within his core. ]

Think you can handle any more than that, chibi?

[thetaintedsorrow]

[It’s strange just how gentle Dazai can be when he tries, and Chuuya fights the urge to tilt his chin up and silently ask for more soft touches like that. Dazai scratching under his chin like he’s a cat would be humiliating, but at least no one else is really paying attention to the tiny speck on the table.

Hopefully.

If only Chuuya realized just how shameless he looks right now, lapping whiskey off of Dazai’s fingers like an eager pet. He’s already pleasantly buzzed, cheeks flushed and body feeling suddenly hot, but that doesn’t stop him from being greedy and wanting more. The third drop goes forgotten as he stares up at Dazai sipping at the remaining whiskey in the glass, licking his lips to savor what’s left before he decides whether or not to ask for more. It really is good quality stuff...that can only be obtained in Khalo...]

Oi. Gimmie more.

[He doesn’t even mind if Dazai pokes at him, so long as he gets another taste of that whiskey. He really does need some sort of intervention with regards to his alcohol habit, but hey, if he’s gotta he pint-sized, then why not try to enjoy it?

As if bribing Dazai to give him more booze, Chuuya licks at his finger again, blue eyes fixing intently on Dazai’s face so that he knows this is deliberate.]

[cassus]

[ There's no need to ask twice when Chuuya's desires comes in loud and clear soon as that tongue slides over his skin, out in the open where anyone could see. But Dazai can't resist what a delicious sight it'd be to watch Chuuya sing for his proverbial supper, working for something that makes his mouth water by giving Dazai a little show that will garner the same reaction in him. ]

What was that? I can't understand that teeny-tiny voice of yours.

[ Whiskey makes for a poor companion in all the ways that matter, most of all when compared to the preferable option of a warm body that's nearly within reach. Khalo's premium-quality liquor ends up left upon the table again, forgotten in order to usher that hand to better uses than merely getting him drunk.

A slow curl of those fingers circles the small figure leaning in close to his other hand, almost possessive in how they cup him head to toe as if Chuuya were fine china or a delicate heirloom. Worth more than either but just as fragile, Dazai is careful not to squeeze when that added hand drags fingers up his tiny side, hitching doll-sized clothing up to a slight degree as they move.

If Chuuya was at his normal height, the extent of every stroking touch would run the length of his partner's body and look downright obscene. But at this size, when the thumb of his freehand strokes up Chuuya's front, pressing him between it and fingers at his back, not a soul around knows what Dazai is up to. At least no one else aside from Chuuya and himself are aware of just what an exquisite feeling that touch is meant to incite, instilling a pattern of friction slotted perfectly in the middle-ground between being too tender or rough. ]

I bet you could clear up the confusion. [ His grin runs wolfish. ] ...If you showed me what you want.

[ Still, Dazai's not so rude as to blatantly snub his request. Not when it'd be even better to dangle the hope of it just under Chuuya's nose, with another barely-there taste of the whiskey he so craves. That's achieved easily enough, with a dip of a licked-clean middle digit into his glass, submerging it but not letting a single drop linger once it's pulled away.

Like a thin candy-coating the liquor only forms a glossy layer atop the fingertip when it's drawn back in front of his partner's awaiting mouth. Wet but not dripping, it'll take the work of a tongue to gather up a second taste. Although, that may or may not be possible if Chuuya finds himself otherwise preoccupied with the slide of fingers dragging over him, front to back. ]

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Chuuya really should learn some shame, but after the ordeal of being shrunk down to thimble size he sure as hell isn't gonna pass up a bit of booze. He’s always been a vain creature, and he knows that he can almost always tilt the scales in his favor with a bit of performing.]

You heard me. I said I want more.

[It’s still so bizarre to be able to fit in the palm of Dazai’s hand, and the fingers caressing his side feel like too much and not enough at the same time. He feels like a doll being played with, but he’s not exactly fighting Dazai’s touch either, and when that thumb strokes over his front he lets out the lewdest little noise imaginable. It feels incredible, unlike anything he’s likely to experience at his full size, and he finds himself pressing back despite how flustered he looks about giving in so easily.]

Ngh...

[He can’t even muster up a witty response to Dazai’s taunting with how worked up he is, but he does catch a glimpse of what Dazai is doing, and while it’s a dirty tactic to make him look even more shameless, Chuuya is already so far gone that he might as well go along with it. When that finger draws close enough he’ll lap at it rather eagerly, all the while grinding against Dazai’s thumb to try and get himself off.]

Just...hahhh...wait until I get full size again...

[It’s an empty threat if there ever was one, quickly followed up by another flick of that pink tongue over Dazai’s finger. He only laments the fact that he can’t feel Dazai inside of him like this, but the fingers teasing over his backside provide a nice little treat to the one stroking his front.]

[cassus]

Who knows when that'll be?

[ Though unbeknownst to Chuuya, the antidote is nearly within his reach. But despite coming this far, and going to such troublesome lengths to seek it out from the healer's busy hut, Dazai isn't about to return his partner back to his full size just yet. ( However much he wonders how to make Chuuya just a bit bigger; at least at a scale large enough to appreciate further. ) And why would he, when Chuuya is an irresistible sight, chasing his pleasure through nothing more than grinding against Dazai's hand. ]

Right now I'm having too much fun, holding you in the palm of my hand.

[ It's nearly a literal fact with how fingers curl around Chuuya in order to stroke him front to back. The nudge of his thumb turns into something a little more stimulating, rubbing in circular motions with every press. It's bound to add another deliciously feel-good sensation atop the steady friction intent on getting Chuuya off, even at this size. ]

If this feels good, then how about you try it with a little less on?

[ The shape of his thumb drags down Chuuya's crotch, unable to work the miniature buttons itself but giving a sizable enough hint for his partner to understand. Those skin-tight pants need off and now, because if Dazai can't put his mouth all over Chuuya at his present size, then he'll have to resort to making the best use of his fingertips.

In the meantime the hand which continues to deliver little pixie-sized servings of liquor returns with another hefty drop. And if Dazai happened to dip that digit into the antidote first, if only to just barely coat it, then it's effect on Chuuya shouldn't be too magnified- Right? ]