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“Are you deaf?”
“No,” the brunet answers with a smile. “Are you single?”
It’s going to be a /long/ evening for Chuuya…
“Are you deaf?”
“No,” the brunet answers with a smile. “Are you single?”
It’s going to be a /long/ evening for Chuuya…
“I see,” the man hums, pleased, and sits down.
“I see,” the man hums, pleased, and sits down.
There are also /other/ seats that aren’t taken and have their own empty tables.
But Chuuya doesn’t say that. Instead, he glances at the stranger’s hand on the chair, then back up at his face again, and—
“It is,” he says without a shade of hesitation.
There are also /other/ seats that aren’t taken and have their own empty tables.
But Chuuya doesn’t say that. Instead, he glances at the stranger’s hand on the chair, then back up at his face again, and—
“It is,” he says without a shade of hesitation.
“Is this seat taken?”
“Is this seat taken?”
Chuuya really, truly, honest to every deity out there, just wanted to enjoy one or two glasses of wine before going home. In peace. /Alone./
So when a shadow slightly obscures the bar’s lights, making him look up…he isn’t amused. Not in the slightest.
Chuuya really, truly, honest to every deity out there, just wanted to enjoy one or two glasses of wine before going home. In peace. /Alone./
So when a shadow slightly obscures the bar’s lights, making him look up…he isn’t amused. Not in the slightest.
Dazai walks into a bar he’s passed by many times before but never gave it a try until now.
Dazai walks into a bar he’s passed by many times before but never gave it a try until now.