"You questionably got the brains, because that's the only thing where you can be better then me. Anyway, where are we going chibi? And I need some detail about the mission, since obviously I'm the brains here~" That earned Dazai a punch in the right arm. "That's because you're so stupid, I'd just rather stay as far away from you as possible, even if it means living here. "I can't understand why the fuck would you choose to live in this shithole instead of Mafia's headquarters." Seeing Dazai walk out of the damned container, he hurried right besides him. He definitely liked it better when they didn't have to argue over random shit. ![]() Boss' orders." Chuuya definitely didn't expect the younger to immediately get up, the latter often causing trouble because of his laziness. "Mackerel, get up for fuck's sake and let's go. Next to it sat a boy, dark hair covering his eyes as he read some stupid book. The only source of light being a little lamp in the corner. ![]() So he called his name one more time, and not hearing any response, walked inside. Chuuya would much rather not come inside, but boss Mori sent him to get the brunette for their next mission. It was obviously not fitted for people to live in, but Dazai has always had some weird preferences. It was disgusting, paint coming off, and rust everywhere. "Dazai, you there?" The short boy was standing in front of a medium-sized container, also known as Dazai's 'house'. Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 4176 Chapters: 1/? Comments: 2 Kudos: 88 Bookmarks: 11 Hits: 1240
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