ID. @suicidism , you've managed to survive a decade in the port mafia. you're probably one of the smart people in yokohama, and you've made it /this/ far despite the cards you've been delt. [ his voice was hushed, but sheer determination lined every word. because he meant it. ] don't sell yourself short.
ID. @suicidism , [ every sob, every gasp, felt like nails on a chalkboard. the grating sound, unnerving and foreign, made chuuya wince. a small hand circled dazai's back. ] you're so strong, dazai. so brave.
dazai...? [ bright eyes would squint, attempting to adjust to the thick darkness. it was late at night, and chuuya looked.. frazzled, to say the least. ] the fuck is up with you?
@suicidism ; im literally gonna cry + they did know eachother b4 this, bc they met at 15 and oda died when dazai was 18
ID. @BlTCHESBREW , [ sharp eyes would flicker from the glass to the stranger, dutifully. suspicious. he'd squint, dipping his pinkie into the glass, waiting a few moments before chugging it. ] ...thank you.