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Dazai had never been one to enjoy his birthday, he didn’t dislike it per se, he just didn’t think much of it. Hell, even his husband Chuuya didn’t care about it, half of the time he never even acknowledged it. The Brunette didn’t mind that too much, he was fussed over by Chuuya in more important ways, but he couldn’t stop himself from imagining what it would be like to have a big celebration. And not even just that, for the celebration, he tried dropping hints, constantly talking about how nice a party would be, but Chuuya just didn’t seem to understand. And he couldn’t help but think, what would like be like if I had stayed with Donald and Biden. They were strange to say the least, but they could throw a great party. That thought invaded his mind all day, even slipping into his dreams. So he made the decision and unblocked Their numbers.
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The moment he did his phone rung immediately, he swiftly grabbed his phone to answer. “O-Osamu..” Biden’s voice rang out, we thought we had lost you forever. His voice was as high pitched as ever. “Osamu..you..you’re back.” Trump’s voice was rougher rhan he remembered. “Yeah..I’m back guys.” For such a stupid reason though he thought, he left because they were constantly cracking without him, and now he was back on a whim, simply just wanting those fond memories of the parties back. They talked for hours, about the sky, about the new maid dress he had bought for Biden, even about the way lemons tasted. But finally..the question arose..”so Donny, I have a small request..” Trump parted his lips ever so slightly, “And what might that be Osamu..” his expression turned a shade colder, his orange complexion reddening. “Throw me a birthday party, like the kinds you used to throw back then.” Trump seemed amused by the brunette’s request, “Well, what’s in it for me.” Dazai froze for a moment, he hadn’t thought of that. When they were together he was spoiled, he could ask for anything, seems things have changed. “Well that depends..what do you want Donny.” Trump looked him up and down with a hungry expression, “You.” He spoke, his blonde toupee slightly twitching as he said so, revealing the shiny top on his head. “So like..care to elaborate…?” Dazai retorted, using a bratty tone, trying to get a reaction out of him. “Bend over and lemme smack it from the back.” The orange man cooed, his head tilting to the side causing his toupee to flutter once more. “Alr bet.” His voice was steady, but inside he felt strange, he couldn’t believe that Trump wanted to crack again after all these years..he rifled his hands through his thick brown hair trying to get it to look nice, and with they he was on his way to the White House….
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