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“This is fucking ridiculous.”
“It’s not, it’s fantastic, Mori is a genius.”
“Do you really expect me to believe that this was Mori’s idea?”
“He may have asked my advice on the matter.”
“I could kill you.”
“Only if you do it dressed like that.”
“...Just. Come over here and help me will you. I can’t reach the back by myself.”
Chuuya turned around, pulling his hair into his fingers and lifting it up and away from his neck. Dazai moved up behind him, grabbing the thin straps that were hanging down, his fingers brushing against Chuuya’s spine. He crossed them and pulled them tight, bringing the silk fabric closer to the skin.
“How’s this?” Dazai asked, tying the loose ends of the straps into a neat little bow.
“Fine, I guess,” Chuuya huffed, letting his hair fall back down into its usual place. He curled one strand around his finger as he turned back to look in the mirror. He looked himself up and down, his face flushing red as he followed the curve of his body, outlined in the dress. He could see Dazai in the reflection, smug grin on his face, clearly taking satisfaction in Chuuya’s discomfort.
“You make a very convincing woman,” Dazai said, unable to keep the humour out of his voice. “We’re going to have everyone fooled. No one is ever going to suspect pretty little you of being undercover.”
“I never signed up for this when I joined the Port Mafia,” Chuuya grumbled, pulling at the edge of the dress to try and cover a bit more skin. “Why am I the one who has to dress like this?”
“Because you’re the short one, and-” Dazai held his hands up in defense. “-before you get all whiny on me, that’s not a dig. It just makes the most sense.”
Chuuya mumbled something in response, not quite loud enough for Dazai to hear apart from the odd expletive, as he first removed one, and then the other of his usual small, hooped earrings, swapping them out for something a bit more glamorous that Kouyou had lent him. He attached the backs onto the diamond drops and then stood back.
“Perfect,” Dazai said from behind him. “Turn around.”
Chuuya did, to find Dazai with a camera raised. He pressed the shutter release, and the camera flashed, momentarily blinding Chuuya. When his vision cleared, he could see Dazai looking at the picture he’d taken on the screen on the back of the camera. Chuuya went to grab it, but Dazai held it up, out of Chuuya’s reach.
“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Chuuya growled through gritted teeth. “Delete that. NOW.”
“Absolutely not,” Dazai said, in a voice dripping with a sadistic edge. “I am making sure I capture this very moment.”
“Blackmail doesn’t suit you Dazai.”
Dazai grinned, smile large and innocent. He slipped the SD card from the camera, pocketed it, and threw the camera over towards Chuuya.
“Who said anything about blackmail Chuuya? This is for my personal collection.”
“...I hate you, you know that right.”
“I know. :D”