[ Chuuya is, of course, the same and the exact opposite; as someone who controls gravity, and one whose temperament only goes so far, the exact opposite comes about. Rather than emotional appeal, the bars bend and the floor caves, but never enough to allow for any sort of actual give or escape. That, of course, only makes his mood worse, and despite exhausting himself so completely with his tantrum he does not back down.
Instead, he's going to glare at Dazai like this is his fault. It is, of course, because this fucker is always the one who's responsible. Dazai is always the one keeping secrets, running off on his own, abandoning those around him at the drop of a hat, keeping his goddamn plans to himself, and Chuuya has this instinctive sense that he doesn't have one up his plan more which pisses him off even more — ]
You asshole...
[ Secrets. Chuuya doesn't have many of his own. He's too simple and honest for that. They're there, but it's not the same as the man he's glaring daggers at, who is constantly hiding everything. ]
This is your fault. If you don't find a way out of this, I'll kill you myself.
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Instead, he's going to glare at Dazai like this is his fault. It is, of course, because this fucker is always the one who's responsible. Dazai is always the one keeping secrets, running off on his own, abandoning those around him at the drop of a hat, keeping his goddamn plans to himself, and Chuuya has this instinctive sense that he doesn't have one up his plan more which pisses him off even more — ]
You asshole...
[ Secrets. Chuuya doesn't have many of his own. He's too simple and honest for that. They're there, but it's not the same as the man he's glaring daggers at, who is constantly hiding everything. ]
This is your fault. If you don't find a way out of this, I'll kill you myself.
[ He won't. They both know that. ]