And the only time a fool like him is satisfied is when he's all stone old drunk

"That's wrong, you know." Dazai pointed at a mistake Nakahara made. They were leaning from behind the black leather couch, looking over from the ginger's shoulder.
Nakahara sighed and rolled his eyes. "Shut up, Mackerel. I know that. I'm not done filling all this shit in, let alone editing it." Dazai shrugged. "Just saying."

For unknown reasons, and to be fair, none of their reasons was known, Dazai visited Nakahara at his apartment. Chuuya didn't care; as long as the bastard didn't blow the whole city up. He wouldn't admit it, but he kind of needed the company too. If only that bastard just wasn't so damn annoying.

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This a rewritten one-shot from that I posted on Wattpad two years ago.