⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ➡ Fₒᵣ cₕₐₙgₑ ᵢₛ ₜₕₑ ₒₙₗy Cₒₙₛₜₐₙₜ ₜₕᵢₙg ᵢₙ ₜₕᵢₛ ₗᵢfₑ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ᴱᵛᵉʳ ˢⁱⁿᶜᵉ ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᵏⁱᵈ ⠀ ⠀ ̲I̲'ve̲ ̲b̲e̲e̲n̲ ժɾҽąʍìղց ₳฿ØɄ₮ ₮Ⱨł₴ D₳Ɏ. ⬅

That earned another eye twitch. “You’re just begging to get hit, aren’t ya? Tch, I swear if it’s something along the lines of the perfect suicide..”

Staring at the screen, he could practically feel the vein pulsating through his temple. “Wh- how the hell is *that* an important investment?!”

“LIKE HELL- Geez, you’re a fucking moron.” Shoving his hands into his pockets, he irritably looks away. “Tch besides, that shit’s meant for kids. I’m not gonna fit in that damn thing.”

“uHm. STOP TELLING PEOPLE THAT, YOU ASSHOLE!”

“And that. Stop calling me that.” He scoffs. “..What master plan?”

“GRH- you’re such an asshole. Hrm, maybe next time I’ll just ignore you then.”

“…” A glare. “If you’re trying to prove that you have a death wish, I already know that. But I can guarantee it won’t be painless coming from me, stupid mackerel.”

“..What?” He arches a brow, narrowing his eyes as the other drew closer. “Do you *want* me to kill you?!”

His eyes widening, a light blush crept onto the ginger’s features. Stubbornly casting his gaze to the side, the mafioso scoffed. “Pft, yeah right. I’m not giving you what you want.”

“Shut up- I just don’t wanna give you what you want! If it was a matter of wanting to kill you, you’d be dead already.”

“..What was that?!” Seizing hold of him by the coat, he quickly pulled out his knife. The blade aimed at the detective, he glowered. “Maybe I should kill you then, it might humble you for the afterlife.”

“ … ” He presses the blade against Dazai’s coat, cutting a hole through the fabric. “Whoops, my hand slipped. Guess you gotta pay your bill after all.”

“The hell?! I’ve always had a sense of humor you jackass!” He scoffed, his hand tightening against the handle. “Besides, shouldn’t you be grieving? I just ruined your stupid coat.”

“Tch.” Putting his knife away, the ginger arched a brow. “So what you’re saying is; I should just burn your whole wardrobe? Is that right?”

He blinked, his features deepening in hue as the others words dawned on him. “I- No, you’d still have what you’re wearing! Besides, I wouldn’t be surprised if you used fuckin bandages for clothing.”

“Huh?” Catching sight of the taller male’s actions, his eyes dilated in horror. Instinctively reaching out, his hands clamped down onto the detectives wrists. “Are you insane?! Don’t do that here!”

“What are you..-” With a huff, Chuuya released one of Dazai’s wrists. Swinging his hand to the side, he brought it back full force. S l a p . “Knock it off, asshole. We’re in public. Besides, you know I’m not actually gonna do that shit to you.. even if you might deserve it.”

Jumps. “HHH DAZAI!”

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