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The flintlock pistol is a stunning masterwork of polished wood and silver. Dazai pressed his nose to the glass case, trying to get just a millimeter better angle of a view.
“Chibi, come see this! Wouldn’t it just be great for a sucicide?”
Behind him, Chuuya audibly sighed. “Get away from it, before someone thinks you’re stealing.”
Dazai made a show of turning and looking around him. The museum room was empty apart from the two teenagers. He raised his eyebrows at his companion. “Who’s gonna think that? The guard’s three rooms away, we saw him a minute ago.”
Chuuya huffed and turned his attention away from Dazai and towards the flintlock that had captivated him. Dazai watched his brows knit together and his eyes narrow as Chuuya appraised the poorly secured weapon.
When Chuuya’s mouth opened a hair, then closed resolutely, Dazai smirked and spoke the thought that he hadn’t. “It’s not even locked.”
Their eyes met. Dazai kept up his smug grin, waiting for the break in Chuuya’s stony glare when he’d raise his voice and tell him off for being a prick. It was such a fun game they played.
“Go on then. Take it . ”
Dazai gaped at Chuuya for a second. It was equal parts dare, and permission. As if he needed permission. Although, if he thought about it for too long, he might conclude that he did enjoy having it.
Chuuya continued to glare at him, and Dazai shifted side-to-side with unexpected glee at being egged on.
He whipped back around to face the flintlock in its case, and it was almost as if he was no longer moving. The case opened, the flintlock lifted from its perch. His overcoat felt a touch heavier. He marveled at how easy it had been.
He turned back to Chuuya and gave his most charming smile. Chuuya rolled his eyes and turned to leave.
Dazai frowned. “Hey, where are you going?”
“Home. I’m not going to hang around a museum while you’re robbing it.”
Dazai hurried to catch up to him. “Aw, I thought you liked museums?”
“I never said that!” And there was the throbbing vein on Chuuya’s temple, the hunch of his shoulders. Beautiful . Dazai smiled as he admired the view. Not everyone was as lucky as he was.
He hummed a jaunty tune as they made their way out, thinking pleasantly of all the ways he could use today’s outing to annoy Chuuya in the future.