chuuya.

⠀⠀ ✒ ﹕ thᥱ oᥒᥣყ kιᥒgdom ყoᥙ'ᥣᥣ sᥱᥱ ιs tᥕo foot ᥕιdᥱ ᥲᥒd sιx foot dᥱᥱρ.

[chuuya. @comsangue]

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ﹙I eɴjoy ɴoтнιɴɢ αɴyмore вυт мy ᥕrᥱtᥴhᥱd dreαмѕ.﹚ ⠀↲

⇢ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟᴇᴅ﹐ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs
⇢ ﹙ɴ﹚sғᴡ
⇢ #ᴏᴘᴇɴʀᴘ﹐#ᴍᴠʀᴘ

[chuuya. @comsangue]

@FutileDeath immediate reaction; snarling, his elbow crashed straight into her stomach in a hard hit to set himself free. “ do not. ”

[chuuya. @comsangue]

“ ... do you know what the word 'decency' means, brainlet? ”

he didn't, but that's beside the point.

“ i don't wanna see a damn thing– especially not from you. ”

[chuuya. @comsangue]

oh, fuck. no swearing. there's kids–

[chuuya. @comsangue]

why the fuck am i an idiot for this bitch.

[chuuya. @comsangue]

@FutileDeath ugh. of course, why did he fucking try. “ case in point. ” adjusting his hat with a dead expression, chuuya pushed past the other with little concern.

[chuuya. @comsangue]

@FutileDeath “ ... i hate myself for needing and wanting someone as shitty as you. ” he'd never know any better if he didn't already by now.

[chuuya. @comsangue]

@FutileDeath “ everything... don't dwell on it, osamu. ” lightly punching her chest, chuuya shoved both hands deep in his pockets afterwards. “ you really piss me off and that ain't even the worst bit. ”

[chuuya. @comsangue]

@FutileDeath growling into the kiss, chuuya then slowly parted from it and released her collar, the fabric slipping through slender fingers. “ ... sorry. ”

[chuuya. @comsangue]

@FutileDeath “ pissing me off. ” a fist found itself caught in the other's collar, roughly yanking her down to eye-level with him; shutting dazai up with a deep kiss. he had enough.

[chuuya. @comsangue]

“ why wouldn't you want to? it's the only thing you're particularly good at. ”

the male's gaze is sharp, his temper already shot to hell and back.

“ fuckin' phd in turning tail, nothing else. ”

[chuuya. @comsangue]

well, the phone kind of shattered with how tight his grip became immediately after her words. “ you really oughta get lost. ”

[chuuya. @comsangue]

dialing four-eyes' number, just a sec. “ ain't putting up with your shit today. ”

[chuuya. @comsangue]

“ if you don't shut the hell up... ”

[chuuya. @comsangue]

flipping her the bird. oh.

[chuuya. @comsangue]

... ugh. “ no, bastard. keep dreaming. ”

[chuuya. @comsangue]

“ damn shame, ain't it. need help? ”

[chuuya. @comsangue]

“ ... dumbass. ”
the ginger's coat was thrown over her, footsteps leading him away and into the bathroom for a shower.

[chuuya. @comsangue]

and just how long has she been doing this for? he'd been out the country for months.

[chuuya. @comsangue]

... he could've killed the bastard in her sleep after breaking in. she's / kinda / cute when resting, though.