[...heh. Chuuya can appreciate Atsushi talking about Dazai’s suicide attempts in such a casual way; most people freak out and ask a million questions about Dazai’s health and well-being, but Atsushi just seems to treat it like a thing that happens. You know, kinda like that crazy cousin you just have to shake your head at and move along. Except way worse because it’s Dazai.
Chuuya doesn’t, however, understand that soft smile and fond look in Atsushi’s eyes when he talks about the bastard. Did he miss a fucking memo, or does Dazai really have this kid wrapped around his finger, along with the rest of the ADA...?
Whatever. He’s asleep now. Fuck him.
Chuuya isn’t really hungry, but he sure as hell could go for some coffee, or even better, some goddamn booze. He needs a drink after seeing all that.]
Then let’s go. You’re the tour guide here.
[Chuuya will follow Atsushi to the mess hall, glancing around the station all the while to take in his surroundings.]
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Chuuya doesn’t, however, understand that soft smile and fond look in Atsushi’s eyes when he talks about the bastard. Did he miss a fucking memo, or does Dazai really have this kid wrapped around his finger, along with the rest of the ADA...?
Whatever. He’s asleep now. Fuck him.
Chuuya isn’t really hungry, but he sure as hell could go for some coffee, or even better, some goddamn booze. He needs a drink after seeing all that.]
Then let’s go. You’re the tour guide here.
[Chuuya will follow Atsushi to the mess hall, glancing around the station all the while to take in his surroundings.]
So...you like it here? You got a job or anything?