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in_a_blu_worldWho: Kunikida Doppo & Dazai Osamu
What: Lunch on the weekend and finding their footing
[There were a million and one ways to screw this up. Which was why, contrary to his normal urge to put off cleaning up the evidence of drinking the night before, Dazai made the effort to pick up after himself today: opened tins went to the trash, empty bottles to the recycle bin, used cups washed and stored, takeout was ordered instead of relying on convenience store food.
Compromise.
Dazai was aware that neither of them were the type to enter romantic relationships lightly, and that his partner likely had to come to terms with how different Dazai was from his original Ideal lover. With that in mind, the very least Dazai could do was to give the other's sense of propriety due recognition, though he made no promises to fully stop teasing or pushing Kunikida.
(The last thing he wanted was to see Kunikida become so inflexible to the point that bouncing back from hard hitting reality was impossible.)
If the lack of a mess made Dazai's little apartment look even less lived in, there wasn't much to be done about it.
After tossing his coat in his cabinet, Dazai glanced at his phone clock. It was almost time.
What: Lunch on the weekend and finding their footing
[There were a million and one ways to screw this up. Which was why, contrary to his normal urge to put off cleaning up the evidence of drinking the night before, Dazai made the effort to pick up after himself today: opened tins went to the trash, empty bottles to the recycle bin, used cups washed and stored, takeout was ordered instead of relying on convenience store food.
Compromise.
Dazai was aware that neither of them were the type to enter romantic relationships lightly, and that his partner likely had to come to terms with how different Dazai was from his original Ideal lover. With that in mind, the very least Dazai could do was to give the other's sense of propriety due recognition, though he made no promises to fully stop teasing or pushing Kunikida.
(The last thing he wanted was to see Kunikida become so inflexible to the point that bouncing back from hard hitting reality was impossible.)
If the lack of a mess made Dazai's little apartment look even less lived in, there wasn't much to be done about it.
After tossing his coat in his cabinet, Dazai glanced at his phone clock. It was almost time.
