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Dazai had been surprised when someone had knocked on his door, after all it was very early in the morning and people normally had better manners then that. It was only when the sound of someone moving a key around inside the lock reached his ears did Dazai become suspicious, eyes narrowing as he stood up and walked over to the door, unlocking it and throwing it open.
Right away a familiar looking red head fell forwards, falling against his chest. For a moment Chuuya didn't move, which was even more surprising for Dazai. Chuuya normally hated interacting with him and touching him and all that. "Chuuya?" Dazai asked slowly after a moment. It was only when Chuuya muttered something slurred under his breath and shoved past Dazai to fall onto his couch did Dazai figure it out- Chuuya wad drunk.
This wasn't the first time Chuuya had wandered into his apartment while drunk but normally he just drunk ranted at Dazai for a bit before stumbling back to his room. It was a first time he had entered Dazai's room and fallen onto the couch. With a sigh Dazai silently shut the door, turning to face his adorable little angry red head. Chuuya looked half asleep already, limbs going in everything direction as he laid on the couch. For a moment Dazai considered waking him up and kicking him out, but dismissed that plan rather quickly. It would be easier to just let him stay the night, and it's not like he really minded. If anything he was glad Chuuya had picked his partner's room to crash in instead of some random stranger, after all Chuuya would be easy to take advantage of in this state.
Dazai left the living room in order to search for a blanket, thoughts still twirling in his head. Had Chuuya gotten drunk because something had happened, or just because he had decided that he was feeling like a drink? A drink that had turned into many more. Dazai had seen Chuuya do both of these things, but knowing him he'll forget most of it when he wakes up, so Dazai may not find out. After locating a blanket, Dazai went back into the living room, spreading it out over Chuuya. There.
Just as he turned to leave his wrist was suddenly grabbed. For a moment Dazai thought that Chuuya had woken up, but a glance over revealed to him that Chuuya was still fast asleep. Dazai tugged slightly, but as Chuuya didn't let go it seemed as though his grip was rather tight. Joy.
Dazai kneeled by the couch, pocking and pulling at the fingers that were tight around Dazai's skin. "Chuuya," Dazai whispered slightly, in a song song voice into the air. "Let go of my wrist, I don't want to sleep on the floor, that would be uncomfortable." Obviously didn't react to these words, not that Dazai thought he would.
When Chuuya was drunk, nothing would wake him up.
Dazai eyed the couch for a moment. Could two people fit on it? Couldn't hurt to try. Standing up, Dazai pushed Chuuya over as far as he could before slipping onto the couch beside him. He felt as though he was going to fall off any moment, and it wasn't very comfortable.. With a nudge Dazai slipped his leg in between Chuuya's and wrapped his arms around Chuuya's chest, pulling himself closer.
There. Comfy.
Chuuya was going to have a lot of questions when he woke up.