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Tuesday 11am.
Warehouse
"Oh for fuck's sake, this place smells horrid!"
"You sure that's not you Mori-san?" Dazai propped his legs on the table
"Shut it, let's take the meeting near the entrance, there's more fresh air there, and for hell's will, take those unnecessary damn coats off."
And just like that, the table and chairs, now where at the ground floor, basically outside, and the warehouse was in the middle of no-hoe.
"I guess it is indeed fresher out here." Chuuya dropped his coat, on his chair, now he wasn't wearing his coat or blazer, just the regular vest, arms uncovered.
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Dazai's sweat was sticking to his bandages so badly, it looked like he jumped in the river like always, so to his reluctance he took off the bandages around his wrists, everyone in the room already knew about his scars, but, completely forgetting about the carvings.
(what carvings?)
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«Dazai Osamu property» was carved on Chuuya's wrist, bold, in a calligraphy-like style
«Nakahara Chuuya's property» was on Dazai's, wrist, deep, white, a contrast on his light skin, in the same style as Chuuya's, but more detailed.
Silence fell upon the entrance.
"You have got the be kidding me…"
A pen broke, one hundred per/cent Kunikada's.
And so did a chair, Yosano surely.
Gin just straight up left, not wanting to be a part of this disaster.
"What. Are. Those. On. Your. Wrists. Both. Of. You." Mori snapped his fingers, making Elise dissappear, he was so done with everything, last thing he needed was her throwing a tantrum.
"Can't you see?" Nakahara deadpanned, as he sipped some water, he mysteriously gotten, that one hundred percent wasn't actually wine.
"We can see, why though?" Ane-san asked calmly.
"Isn't it obvious? Oh Ranpooo~~! Why don't you explain it~?"
"Mah, sure, but you owe me, soo… where to begin…" a few mere seconds of silence "The reason Mr Fancy hat and Dazai have those name carvings is because they're married!"
"Dammit candy-brat, you just made glasses and dum' boss faint, couldn't have sprung it lightly?" Chuuya slid his empty glass wine on the table.
"You two are married?!"
"Since when?!"
"Why were none of us invited?!"
Chuuya slammed his hand down "Oh shut it for a second, and I'll answer. The reason is because we eloped, four years ago, and the carvings were just for fun."