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[gravity_flares]

[It's simple, really. As long as there's an unemptied bottle to enjoy, Chuuya isn't going to
stop indulging. Pairing that with someone who won't call it quits, either is bound to be disastrous. If only because neither know when to call it quits. Even a near miss in pouring his own drink won't deter him. He's gotta keep up
with this guy, after all. Competitive and rash until the end.]

Damn! I can't believe you got his arm and you're sulkinnng about it?? I'd be...HIC celebrating if I got that damn Dazai's arm..! [He thinks so, at least.]

Wha--, did you make a real mess of it or something?

[He reaches out, grossly misjudges the distance between them in an attempt to slap this Aku on the back to drive the point home. Celebrate! That's the thing to do when you get even with someone. As long as it doesn't cause a huge mess for others, why feel guilty about it?]

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Huuuuhhh.

[Chuuya’s face is met with a dumbfounded expression. It was more like a twist, it’s hard to tell whether he was lost with words, shocked, or surprised, or all together. Akutagawa’s onyx eyes stared, as if through Chuuya, leaning in further. Since when was Chuuya so distant? It’s the alcohol.]

You want your bosses arm? Freak.

[Maybe its a PM thing. He takes another swing, his face is burning.]

Naw, it grows back. Jerry still didn’t like it.

[And his head begins to hang forward.]