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Kunikida and chuuya stood there looking at each other, growling. They looked each other down like I look at the donuts at the donut shop but a lot less lovingly
. Dazai stood there tweaking out as the sheer aura of both the alphas was eroding away the cheap ass wallpaper of his house and he did NOT make enough at his job as a backup dancer for katseye to pay for a new one.
So he slammed that door in thier faces screaming like bts fans that are batshit crazy.
"PLEASE LEAVE FOR NOW BOTH OF YOU I DON'T GET PAID ENOUGH FOR THIS"
"but POOKIE, if you marry me I'll pay for your cheap ass wallpaper and you won't have to twerk to ass lyrics like "eat zucchini" anymore!" exclaimed Chuuya handsomely, banging his left upper arm at the door.
"If you marry me, I'll pay for your wallpaper AND I'll make you the new member of Katseye!" said Kunikida more handsomely, banging on the door with his right ankle which kinda hurt.
Kunikida gave up first because he had an appointment booked with his therapist and Chuuya had to go too because his appointment was right after Kunikida. Both turned thier shiny orbs sadly to the house and then each other.
"I'll get you bro" kunikida's orbs were as green as foot fungus as he looked at chuuya, who stared back with harpic bathroom cleaner orbs shining in anger.
"I will get you too, twin"
Dazai hid underneath the bed until they left, sighing as he layed there amongst old socks and leftover pizza and Shrek posters, wondering what to do. He sighed sighingly.
Fyodor wasn't much help either since the only advice he has to offer was "bear fight in the cold"
Dazai sighed sighingly. He was sad like me when I realized that my homegirl still crushed on gojo and not me, THAT TWINKATRON 3000 IS DEAD.
Moving on, Kunikida and Chuuya were in the waiting room of the therapist watching Bluey when thier eyes met across the Katseye magazines in the middle table.
Thier eyes zinged.