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“You are way too nonchalant about this shit.”
Dazai waved a flippant hand. “All according to plan! Are you doubting me, Chuuya?”
Chuuya’s eye twitched. “Really? So then why haven’t you picked the fucking lock yet?”
He brought up his wrist — and Dazai’s as well — where they were joined together by a pair of handcuffs. Chuuya inspected the cuffs more closely than before.
There was no visible lock. No way to undo it.
He paused. “Dazai.”
A glance showed Dazai sweating and avoiding his gaze.
Chuuya growled and hefted Dazai over his shoulder. “I’m killing you after this!”
“Please do.”