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Private Winter Night for Us Two

Discussion in 'Ark City' started by Chuuya Nakahara, Jan 10, 2020.

  1. Chuuya Nakahara

    Chuuya Nakahara Bungo Stray Dogs

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    December 25th, Year 109
    @Osamu Dazai

    The past week or so has been slow. Mostly, he’s been recovering from the injuries sustained from his kidnapping. Chuuya managed to get some elixirs to help heal the muscles of his leg quicker since he limping was an absolute pain in the ass. He hated being stuck in his apartment; he’d get cabin fever if he couldn’t leave at all. And thinking about shit, which he didn’t want to think.

    Like the fact he didn’t have Prometheus cuffs before he used Corruption. Alexei had them for most of his imprisonment, so why remove them when he was at his lowest? Motherfucker. While he’s dead, Chuuya wished that he could have made him suffer more.

    What was also strange, but welcome was Dazai. It’d been over a week since he was rescued, but he’s seen him a hell of a lot more than any other time. It almost reminded him of when they were both in the Mafia and Dazai would just break into his apartment and Chuuya, while pissed, would still let the ass stay cause he was too tired or too annoyed to kick Dazai out since he’d lock-pick his way right back in.

    Since Christmas was around the corner, he’d gone out and bought stuff. Some food, produce, very few decorations—Chuuya didn’t really care about Christmas cause of all the commercialized shit—but, he could appreciate a warm meal and spending time with the people you care about.

    He was gonna send a gift to Shiro...and he found one for Dazai. It’d been difficult because he wanted it to...be something useful but also something he’d like. Again, he wasn’t sure if Dazai would like it, and it had been a pain of finding a place to hide said gift when Dazai was almost in his apartment all the time.

    All in all, he hoped today was gonna be okay. There wasn’t a Christmas tree, but there were some minor decorations—a few lights and a wreath but all in all, pretty mild. The food was warm and simple; they had chicken, noodles with vegetables and a salad—but because he knew Dazai would never eat that, he added fresh crab to it. They had sake...and dessert was coming. He had ordered one from a pastry shop, but since he was gonna be busy and Dazai would be outside, he told his partner to get it for him.

    Partner...it brought a smile to his lips as he thought of that word.

    Enough for the two of them, if Dazai was hungry. He was finishing cooking the noodles when he heard the front door unlock. “Oi, mackerel. You better have gotten that cake I ordered.”
     
    #1 Chuuya Nakahara, Jan 10, 2020
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  2. Osamu Dazai

    Osamu Dazai Bungo Stray Dogs

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    Holidays were a strange thing in the hands of the masses. A day that was supposed to be perfect; flawless. Expectations unnecessarily high for no apparent reason, outside of a commercial telling them it needed to be as much. Dazai honestly didn't mind the concept on its own. Christmas. Mostly a background noise in Japan, but Pandora's Americanized ideals brought it more to the forefront. Centria was twinkling with little lights; random trees and houses decorated nearly everywhere he went. Pretty. And the sentiment wasn't necessarily evil. Decorate things with shiny things, give gifts to those who were close. Out of the things that the masses seemed to hyper-fixate on, this was definitely one of the better things.

    He never really had a Christmas like the commercials seemed to picture. Normally it was a quiet affair if there was anything. Sometimes he was around people he knew - a Santa hat on his head or forced on theirs. Other times he was alone.

    This one felt...different.

    Since the rescue, Dazai had kept his head down. With a body count that high, he needed to not make waves for a bit of time. He had things in place to keep them from being tied directly to him, of course; but his network in Pandora was considerably smaller and less powerful than back home. Basically; he needed to be careful since he didn't have enough sway here.

    So he just spent the time bothering Chuuya. Only had returned to his own apartment to grab a few changes of clothes. He didn't own much to begin with, so it was practically all shoved in a bag shoved in a corner of Chuuya's place at this point.

    It made him feel more at ease to keep close tabs on the slug. After everything, there would be more than just scars that lingered.

    Dazai walked down the street with a Santa hat on his head. It had an annoying little bell by the ball at the end, making an annoying little jingling sound with every step. He had been tasked with picking up some sort of pastry for the Christmas feast Chuuya was working on. He took his time as he walked his way down the street; enjoying the thousands of little lights that seemed to cover every surface. The nice icy air that made steam rise from his lips, even before he placed a cigarette between them.

    In his coat pocket sat a wrapped present for Chuuya. Nothing really that exciting, but he thought his partner would get a kick out of it. Or yell. Probably both.

    With a relaxed smile on his features, he picked up the preordered sweets and headed back.

    "I threw it in the trash while holding eye-contact with the shop owner," he smiled as he closed the door behind him - leaving his annoying Santa hat on as he walked into the kitchen and held up the box to show that he was - in fact - a liar.
     
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  3. Chuuya Nakahara

    Chuuya Nakahara Bungo Stray Dogs

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    Gender:
    Male
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    Location:
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    Human (Vessel of Arahabaki)
    Age:
    23
    Alignment:
    Chaotic Neutral
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    The food was warm and while it was a good amount, they probably wouldn’t eat everything—they’d have leftovers, which was fine with Chuuya. He really couldn’t wait until he could finally go back out and fucking do shit. He’d go stir crazy by the end of the month if he didn’t do work.

    He also set the laundry in the morning, putting some of his own clothes and Dazai’s. It felt so...domestic that this between them still felt surreal. He’s never really dated someone, even back home. Most of the times they were people to blow off steam, only for the sake of convenience. And even when he had tried dating, they barely lasted two weeks—work and all that. He suspected that he felt like this because it was also because he was dating Dazai. But really, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

    His sleep schedule has been as good as it can be. He’s had a few nightmares as well as some moments where he just...didn’t feel like his thoughts were his own. But he’d get better; doing things made him not think about shit.

    Dazai’s response when he came in made him turn towards the hallway and glared before his lips perked at seeing the bag and...Dazai wearing a fucking Santa hat. He knew that Dazai wanted to tease him; greatly amuses him, no doubt about that. “Asshole. Come on; I’m almost done and the table needs to be set. If you want to warm the sake, let me know.”

    He turned off the heat and set the food aside, before moving to take the sweets from Dazai. Before he turned to out the dessert in the fridge, Chuuya pecked Dazai’s cheek. “So, how was your day? Anything happened?”
     
    #3 Chuuya Nakahara, Jan 14, 2020 at 11:01 AM
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