[ what akutagawa wants is for dazai to not be a festering piece of living shit, but that's never going to happen. so, he does what he does best, which is roll with the curveball his old mentor has thrown at him as he heads towards the kitchen.
akutagawa knits his brows, uneasy. ]
Hasn't your sense of taste been robbed of you? How do you intend to make anything?
[ a sigh, and akutagawa makes his way to the kitchen as well. he's oddly familiar in it, moving about as if he's been there dozens of times before. (because he has, shhhhhh) ]
Let me do it. Tell me what you can still eat, and I will make it for you.
[ so much for not thinking dazai is worth it, for thinking that the other man doesn't deserve to posses so much of him-- to be fair, akutagawa is rather hungry since he just left work, and watching dazai flop about stupidly in the kitchen would just annoy him. it's better this way. ]
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akutagawa knits his brows, uneasy. ]
Hasn't your sense of taste been robbed of you? How do you intend to make anything?
[ a sigh, and akutagawa makes his way to the kitchen as well. he's oddly familiar in it, moving about as if he's been there dozens of times before. (because he has, shhhhhh) ]
Let me do it. Tell me what you can still eat, and I will make it for you.
[ so much for not thinking dazai is worth it, for thinking that the other man doesn't deserve to posses so much of him-- to be fair, akutagawa is rather hungry since he just left work, and watching dazai flop about stupidly in the kitchen would just annoy him. it's better this way. ]