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“I can’t believe it,” Dazai whined. “Sharing a dorm with Chuuya? I must be cursed.” The aforementioned teen barely glanced at him, surveying the gray, clinical feeling halls as they walked to their dorm room. Since they were first years, they had to share a room with two other people.
“I’m not happy about it either, mackerel. I’d rather not have to share living quarters with you for however long we’re here.”
The dorm was almost as dull as Dazai’s eyes. The bland, gray stone walls made the hallways look endless, and the green lights hung up made an iridescent layer cover the floors.
The dorm rooms themselves were pretty boring. A bed, a wardrobe, a study desk. The room was cramped due to the amount of people within them, with two other first years on the other side of the room.
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The dorm’s communal bathrooms were just as gray as the rest of the dorm. There was gray stone tile on the floor, and a chandelier with candles lit by green fire hanging from the ceiling.
“This place is almost as depressing as your little shipping container,” Chuuya looked down the long, stone gray halls.
“Such discrimination. My shipping container at least has some charm, y’know,” The brunette looked at the rows of stalls, the uniform lines of sinks.
“Whatever. Oi, mackerel, what’re we going to do about lunch.”
Bluish gray eyes glanced towards the lankier teen, who seemed to be rather flippant in regards to their situation.
“Don’t you worry, my dear Chuu-ya,” Stretching out the syllables, Dazai shut the door to the communal bathrooms behind him.
Chuuya shot him a look, but let it be. Their partnership would be nothing without trust, as Mori often reminded them. “Fine.”
At least they had some plan on how they were going to get around at this new school.
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Turns out, that plan was just pickpocketing people. By lunchtime, they had enough money to pay for lunch, though Dazai complained incessantly regarding the lack of canned crab within the cafeteria.
“It’s a school, y’know, no freak is gonna decide to give kids an abundance of canned crab at meals,” Chuuya watched Dazai hardly pick at the plate of food he had gotten.
“Chibi just doesn’t understand good food,” Dazai whined, slumping over, head resting on the table.
“It’s more the opposite, bastard.” Chuuya simply ate his food. Dazai scrunched his nose up. “The dog needs to shut his mouth when he chews.” The lanky teen imitated gagging.
“I’m not your dog,” was the immediate response. “Stop eating like one, then.”
“Что бы ни сука,” Chuuya shot back.
“Собака,” Dazai poked the other boy’s cheek, wiping off crumbs on his cheek. A crease formed between the ginger’s brows, though he made no move to smack the ghostly pale hand away.
“Чуя,” Dazai poked Chuuya’s cheek again, while he went to throw out his trash.
“The dorms are all based on children’s fairytales. Ours is based on Maleficent. That’s why there are statues of Disney villains in the courtyard.”
“So we’re in a place made by a freaky ass Disney adult?”
“Basically,” Dazai replied, twirling a lock of Chuuya’s hair. “Ne, chibi, I’m in the mood to go exploring.”
You’re coming with me, the words didn’t need to be said. Chuuya rolled his eyes, walking out the cafeteria.
“Whatever, mackerel.”
The school was quite large, as to be expected from an arcane academy of what seemed to be high prestige. The school was full of pompous looking boys, who were no doubt rich from the way they turned their noses up. The ginger almost seemed repulsed by such attitudes, something which the brunette seemed to find amusement from.
“The doctor’s office is without sharp corners.”
The school seems to be safe.
Blue eyes met soulless, dark ones.
That makes it worse, no?
Dazai seemed to nod in a slight manner.
“The doctor can never be too prepared,” was the answer the ginger was given.
Keep on your toes. Be aware, just in case.
The shorter boy nodded, the lunch bells ringing, the halls refilling themselves with boys of similar age.
“Au revoir, mon chien,” Dazai’s mocking voice rang out. Chuuya rolled his eyes.
“I’m not your dog, bastard.” The boy still somewhat waved goodbye anyways, walking in the opposite direction for his magic analysis class. They, while in the same homeroom, had slightly different schedules, so Dazai often had Astrology the period Chuuya had magic analysis.