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The late night outing on Saturday was pretty nice. The duo had made it back at around 4 in the morning, Chuuya practically fell asleep on Dazai a few times.
The day following was just Chuuya and Dazai sleeping almost the entire day. The rest of the band went to see the beach and a few parks, as well as going to a café. Dazai and Chuuya had been there when they went to the mall later in the day.
Monday morning, at around 9 am, the band left the hotel and went around the city for the rest of the day. They had gone back to that same café the band went to on Sunday, and Dazai had flirted with the café waitress— only for Chuuya to smack the shit out of him and call him disrespectful. Dazai responded by calling him a slimy slug.
They had been waiting for their flight, and currently Chuuya was sitting next to Dazai (the bastard moved toward him everytime he moved away) while Atsushi and Akutagawa argued quietly about neither wanting to move away from the band but no one willing to switch seats. Dazai was grinning at them very aggressively like he knew something no one else did, not even them. Chuuya glared at him.
Dazai looked at him and frowned in response.
"Chuuya, you should be a good dog and be nice for once…"
"I'M NOT YOUR DOG DAMMIT."
"Stop yelling, Chuuya." Kunikida interjected.
"Sorry, sorry.. hey wait, where's Tachihara?"
"He went to the bathroom like 5 minutes ago, slug. You'd know if you paid attention!" Dazai giggled, earning a glare from Chuuya.
"I'm going to write a song about how annoying you are." Chuuya put his
"But then you'd take Sushi's job.."
Chuuya chose not to respond to that. Instead he paid attention to Tachihara returning and sitting on the floor in front of Chuuya and started talking about something.
Eventually, their bordering group had been called and they boarded the plane. The ride was boring, Chuuya ended up just taking a nap throughout the entire 5 hour flight and Dazai was trying (and failing MISERABLY) to wake him up.
When they had landed, Chuuya had already been awake, thanks to Dazai, and was then immediately spammed with calls and texts from Yuan and Shirase.
Shirase
Saw your plane land
11:45 | seen
Yuan wants you to call her
11:47 | seen
Dude give me a few seconds, tell her to stop calling…
11:50 | delivered
"What are you doing Chuuyyyaa?"
Dazai was leaning over into Chuuyas personal space while staring at his phone. Chuuya tilted said phone away from Dazai's gaze.
"Shirase texted me."
"Well, I saw that.. hey you're getting a call!"
Chuuya turned his phone back toward himself. "Wha-" Yuan's contact name was plastered on his phone screen.
"Told you."
"Dude. Shut up." Chuuya picked up the phone.
"Hi—" Judging by the stop in his sentence and the barely audible sound of Yuan on the other end, she cut him off mid-greeting.
Dazai raised an eyebrow at Chuuya's exasperated look.
"Yuan.. we haven't even left the plane.. I'll talk to you when we get off.."
Yuan responded, then promptly hung up. Chuuya let out a sigh and glared in Dazai's direction.
"I didn't do anything this time!"
"You look funky.."
Dazai scoffed and grumbled something about Chuuya being mean. Chuuya rolled his eyes and shooed him out of his seat.
After getting off of the plane with their overhead luggage, Chuuya ran off to go find his friends. The rest of the group went to baggage claim, grabbed their belongings, and all got picked up individually.
Dazai was mildly upset at the fact he'd have to pay for his own cab. He usually just had Chuuya pay for it.. Stupid tacky midget. Kunikida and Yosano took the same cab, Tachihara took his own cab, and Akutagawa and Atsushi took a cab together.
Dazai sighed as he sat down next to the smoking area of the airport. Not that he ever smoked; but Chuuya did. Then again Chuuya wasn't even with him—so why the hell is he here?
"Ugh!" Dazai frowned and pulled out his phone. He had seen Chuuya's bag when the group was at baggage claim, so he was probably eating with Yuan and Shirase.
His Instagram was looking.. Mighty fine, right about now; buttttt sadly enough he saw a free taxi. Dazai flagged down the taxi, and quickly got in. He gave the taxi driver his address, and quietly complained the entire ride about traffic.
When he finally got home, around 15 minutes later, he grabbed his stuff and threw open the front door.
"Ahh.. home sweet home! How wonderf—" Dazai began coughing violently. "Fuck!" He switched on the light when he finally started breathing correctly. Dazai grabbed his suitcase and waddled his way over to his room.
He opened the door and flopped down his bed. "Smells of dust.. yummy. Wait— FUCK" Dazai quickly got up, left his room, shut the front door, and went right back to bed. He decided he'd take a nap until Chuuya got home and started annoying him with his usual annoyances.
When Chuuya got home, he was carrying a take out box of food in one hand and his suitcase in the other. Chuuya glared at his front door as he fiddled with the lock. Once he got it open, he sighed, closed the door, and walked his way to his bedroom at the end of the hall.
Chuuya threw the suitcase into the corner of the room and walked back into the kitchen to put the food away. After putting it in the fridge, he walked his way over to the couch and plopped down.
Chuuya grabbed the TV remote from the side table and turned on his favorite show. The day consisted of Chuuya, Shirase, and Yuan going around the city until eventually Chuuya told them he should get some more sleep. The plane had landed at 5:30, afterall, and the two had been dragging him around since they left the Airport at 6.
It was 12:40 now, and all he really wanted to do was sleep. That's probably what the rest of the band was doing right now. Chuuya laid down on the couch facing the TV and watched the show.
Eventually, he passed out on the couch.