vampirezai

[vampirezai]

“BOO!!”

*the return of grove, she’s enthusiastic about something*

- @groves-meadow

Dazai faked a suprised reaction at Grove’s attempt to scare him.

“Hello again, dear! You sound very scary— and happy.”

[vampirezai]

”¿Cómo lo sabes?” He asked, playing with his hair.

It was days after the kidnapping of Dazai (because mod is very lazy). He has gotten used to living at Chuuya's house. It was more cozy than usual but it's okay since it was Dazai's new home till Chuuya decides otherwise. In all honesty, however, it was likely going to be at least a hundred years till then.

Chuuya smiled deviously.

"vous êste un paission"

Chuuya hummed patting Dazai's head.

\\hello mod here! If I spelled the French right (unlikely my dyslexia hates me and it's 3:42 in the morning) it should translate to "you are a fish" if not I apologize. Also you get to experience my Edgar Allan Poe writing yourself! Isn't that great?! I seriously apologize, however.\\

- @vamp-chuu

Dazai was curled up on the sofa, his legs tucked with his torso as he read a book he had found on a shelf in Chuuya’s house. He seemed to wander a lot the past few days, looking in every small corner and drawer and room and cabinet for nothing in particular.

He lifted his head, unsure of quite what that statement meant. He was in no way fluent in french, only understanding a few words. He understood un and vous. He was a. Something. From process of elimination and plain familiarity he was able to land on a piranha.

Replying back in the spanish he had learned simply out of spite of the ginger, “Y eres una chihuahua sin fin ladrando.” He said, flipping the page.

(and you’re an endlessy barking chihuahua)

[vampirezai]

He wasn’t quite sure the meaning but replied based on a guess.

“No! Dije que no era lo peor. Nunca dije que me gustara.”

(No! I said it wasn't the worst. I never said I liked it.)

It was days after the kidnapping of Dazai (because mod is very lazy). He has gotten used to living at Chuuya's house. It was more cozy than usual but it's okay since it was Dazai's new home till Chuuya decides otherwise. In all honesty, however, it was likely going to be at least a hundred years till then.

Chuuya smiled deviously.

"vous êste un paission"

Chuuya hummed patting Dazai's head.

\\hello mod here! If I spelled the French right (unlikely my dyslexia hates me and it's 3:42 in the morning) it should translate to "you are a fish" if not I apologize. Also you get to experience my Edgar Allan Poe writing yourself! Isn't that great?! I seriously apologize, however.\\

- @vamp-chuu

Dazai was curled up on the sofa, his legs tucked with his torso as he read a book he had found on a shelf in Chuuya’s house. He seemed to wander a lot the past few days, looking in every small corner and drawer and room and cabinet for nothing in particular.

He lifted his head, unsure of quite what that statement meant. He was in no way fluent in french, only understanding a few words. He understood un and vous. He was a. Something. From process of elimination and plain familiarity he was able to land on a piranha.

Replying back in the spanish he had learned simply out of spite of the ginger, “Y eres una chihuahua sin fin ladrando.” He said, flipping the page.

(and you’re an endlessy barking chihuahua)

[vampirezai]

Dazai somewhat leaned against Chuuya, putting the book between the two of them

“Ser secuestrado por ti no es lo peor…”

(Being kidnapped by you isn’t the worst thing…)

It was days after the kidnapping of Dazai (because mod is very lazy). He has gotten used to living at Chuuya's house. It was more cozy than usual but it's okay since it was Dazai's new home till Chuuya decides otherwise. In all honesty, however, it was likely going to be at least a hundred years till then.

Chuuya smiled deviously.

"vous êste un paission"

Chuuya hummed patting Dazai's head.

\\hello mod here! If I spelled the French right (unlikely my dyslexia hates me and it's 3:42 in the morning) it should translate to "you are a fish" if not I apologize. Also you get to experience my Edgar Allan Poe writing yourself! Isn't that great?! I seriously apologize, however.\\

- @vamp-chuu

Dazai was curled up on the sofa, his legs tucked with his torso as he read a book he had found on a shelf in Chuuya’s house. He seemed to wander a lot the past few days, looking in every small corner and drawer and room and cabinet for nothing in particular.

He lifted his head, unsure of quite what that statement meant. He was in no way fluent in french, only understanding a few words. He understood un and vous. He was a. Something. From process of elimination and plain familiarity he was able to land on a piranha.

Replying back in the spanish he had learned simply out of spite of the ginger, “Y eres una chihuahua sin fin ladrando.” He said, flipping the page.

(and you’re an endlessy barking chihuahua)

[vampirezai]

“…quieres leer conmigo?” He asked after hesitating and moving over to make space for Chuuya on the sofa.

(Do you want to read with me?)

It was days after the kidnapping of Dazai (because mod is very lazy). He has gotten used to living at Chuuya's house. It was more cozy than usual but it's okay since it was Dazai's new home till Chuuya decides otherwise. In all honesty, however, it was likely going to be at least a hundred years till then.

Chuuya smiled deviously.

"vous êste un paission"

Chuuya hummed patting Dazai's head.

\\hello mod here! If I spelled the French right (unlikely my dyslexia hates me and it's 3:42 in the morning) it should translate to "you are a fish" if not I apologize. Also you get to experience my Edgar Allan Poe writing yourself! Isn't that great?! I seriously apologize, however.\\

- @vamp-chuu

Dazai was curled up on the sofa, his legs tucked with his torso as he read a book he had found on a shelf in Chuuya’s house. He seemed to wander a lot the past few days, looking in every small corner and drawer and room and cabinet for nothing in particular.

He lifted his head, unsure of quite what that statement meant. He was in no way fluent in french, only understanding a few words. He understood un and vous. He was a. Something. From process of elimination and plain familiarity he was able to land on a piranha.

Replying back in the spanish he had learned simply out of spite of the ginger, “Y eres una chihuahua sin fin ladrando.” He said, flipping the page.

(and you’re an endlessy barking chihuahua)

[vampirezai]

“Interrumpiste un muy buen momento.”

Dazai didn’t even try to fight the head patting anymore.

(You interrupted a very good moment.)

It was days after the kidnapping of Dazai (because mod is very lazy). He has gotten used to living at Chuuya's house. It was more cozy than usual but it's okay since it was Dazai's new home till Chuuya decides otherwise. In all honesty, however, it was likely going to be at least a hundred years till then.

Chuuya smiled deviously.

"vous êste un paission"

Chuuya hummed patting Dazai's head.

\\hello mod here! If I spelled the French right (unlikely my dyslexia hates me and it's 3:42 in the morning) it should translate to "you are a fish" if not I apologize. Also you get to experience my Edgar Allan Poe writing yourself! Isn't that great?! I seriously apologize, however.\\

- @vamp-chuu

Dazai was curled up on the sofa, his legs tucked with his torso as he read a book he had found on a shelf in Chuuya’s house. He seemed to wander a lot the past few days, looking in every small corner and drawer and room and cabinet for nothing in particular.

He lifted his head, unsure of quite what that statement meant. He was in no way fluent in french, only understanding a few words. He understood un and vous. He was a. Something. From process of elimination and plain familiarity he was able to land on a piranha.

Replying back in the spanish he had learned simply out of spite of the ginger, “Y eres una chihuahua sin fin ladrando.” He said, flipping the page.

(and you’re an endlessy barking chihuahua)

[vampirezai]

”And I was reading a book! Odias mis buenos hábitos!”

Dazai narrowed his eyes.

(You hate my good habits)

It was days after the kidnapping of Dazai (because mod is very lazy). He has gotten used to living at Chuuya's house. It was more cozy than usual but it's okay since it was Dazai's new home till Chuuya decides otherwise. In all honesty, however, it was likely going to be at least a hundred years till then.

Chuuya smiled deviously.

"vous êste un paission"

Chuuya hummed patting Dazai's head.

\\hello mod here! If I spelled the French right (unlikely my dyslexia hates me and it's 3:42 in the morning) it should translate to "you are a fish" if not I apologize. Also you get to experience my Edgar Allan Poe writing yourself! Isn't that great?! I seriously apologize, however.\\

- @vamp-chuu

Dazai was curled up on the sofa, his legs tucked with his torso as he read a book he had found on a shelf in Chuuya’s house. He seemed to wander a lot the past few days, looking in every small corner and drawer and room and cabinet for nothing in particular.

He lifted his head, unsure of quite what that statement meant. He was in no way fluent in french, only understanding a few words. He understood un and vous. He was a. Something. From process of elimination and plain familiarity he was able to land on a piranha.

Replying back in the spanish he had learned simply out of spite of the ginger, “Y eres una chihuahua sin fin ladrando.” He said, flipping the page.

(and you’re an endlessy barking chihuahua)

[vampirezai]

“Y aún así, todavía no me dejas suicidarme!” He teased, reaching up to pat Chuuya’s own head.

“I think you do…”

(And yet you still won’t let me kill myself)

It was days after the kidnapping of Dazai (because mod is very lazy). He has gotten used to living at Chuuya's house. It was more cozy than usual but it's okay since it was Dazai's new home till Chuuya decides otherwise. In all honesty, however, it was likely going to be at least a hundred years till then.

Chuuya smiled deviously.

"vous êste un paission"

Chuuya hummed patting Dazai's head.

\\hello mod here! If I spelled the French right (unlikely my dyslexia hates me and it's 3:42 in the morning) it should translate to "you are a fish" if not I apologize. Also you get to experience my Edgar Allan Poe writing yourself! Isn't that great?! I seriously apologize, however.\\

- @vamp-chuu

Dazai was curled up on the sofa, his legs tucked with his torso as he read a book he had found on a shelf in Chuuya’s house. He seemed to wander a lot the past few days, looking in every small corner and drawer and room and cabinet for nothing in particular.

He lifted his head, unsure of quite what that statement meant. He was in no way fluent in french, only understanding a few words. He understood un and vous. He was a. Something. From process of elimination and plain familiarity he was able to land on a piranha.

Replying back in the spanish he had learned simply out of spite of the ginger, “Y eres una chihuahua sin fin ladrando.” He said, flipping the page.

(and you’re an endlessy barking chihuahua)

[vampirezai]

He understood the word for love, being that he had used it to court women in the past into a double suicide… although they were always so adamant on such a useless thing as living.

“…Aww, ¿Chuuya me ama?”

He tilted his head, gesturing at Chuuya with that same smile still plastered on his face.

(Aww, does Chuuya love me?)

It was days after the kidnapping of Dazai (because mod is very lazy). He has gotten used to living at Chuuya's house. It was more cozy than usual but it's okay since it was Dazai's new home till Chuuya decides otherwise. In all honesty, however, it was likely going to be at least a hundred years till then.

Chuuya smiled deviously.

"vous êste un paission"

Chuuya hummed patting Dazai's head.

\\hello mod here! If I spelled the French right (unlikely my dyslexia hates me and it's 3:42 in the morning) it should translate to "you are a fish" if not I apologize. Also you get to experience my Edgar Allan Poe writing yourself! Isn't that great?! I seriously apologize, however.\\

- @vamp-chuu

Dazai was curled up on the sofa, his legs tucked with his torso as he read a book he had found on a shelf in Chuuya’s house. He seemed to wander a lot the past few days, looking in every small corner and drawer and room and cabinet for nothing in particular.

He lifted his head, unsure of quite what that statement meant. He was in no way fluent in french, only understanding a few words. He understood un and vous. He was a. Something. From process of elimination and plain familiarity he was able to land on a piranha.

Replying back in the spanish he had learned simply out of spite of the ginger, “Y eres una chihuahua sin fin ladrando.” He said, flipping the page.

(and you’re an endlessy barking chihuahua)

[vampirezai]

He was beaming at the thought of gaining the same victory that Chuuya did.

“Mm.. so mean. So unloving.” He responded, smug expression across his face.

It was days after the kidnapping of Dazai (because mod is very lazy). He has gotten used to living at Chuuya's house. It was more cozy than usual but it's okay since it was Dazai's new home till Chuuya decides otherwise. In all honesty, however, it was likely going to be at least a hundred years till then.

Chuuya smiled deviously.

"vous êste un paission"

Chuuya hummed patting Dazai's head.

\\hello mod here! If I spelled the French right (unlikely my dyslexia hates me and it's 3:42 in the morning) it should translate to "you are a fish" if not I apologize. Also you get to experience my Edgar Allan Poe writing yourself! Isn't that great?! I seriously apologize, however.\\

- @vamp-chuu

Dazai was curled up on the sofa, his legs tucked with his torso as he read a book he had found on a shelf in Chuuya’s house. He seemed to wander a lot the past few days, looking in every small corner and drawer and room and cabinet for nothing in particular.

He lifted his head, unsure of quite what that statement meant. He was in no way fluent in french, only understanding a few words. He understood un and vous. He was a. Something. From process of elimination and plain familiarity he was able to land on a piranha.

Replying back in the spanish he had learned simply out of spite of the ginger, “Y eres una chihuahua sin fin ladrando.” He said, flipping the page.

(and you’re an endlessy barking chihuahua)

[vampirezai]

He understood ‘non’ as no. He sighed loudly and sprawled back onto the couch, now draped over it dramatically.

“Tan grosero. Tan poco amoroso.” He muttered, his hand over his face.

(So mean. So unloving.)

It was days after the kidnapping of Dazai (because mod is very lazy). He has gotten used to living at Chuuya's house. It was more cozy than usual but it's okay since it was Dazai's new home till Chuuya decides otherwise. In all honesty, however, it was likely going to be at least a hundred years till then.

Chuuya smiled deviously.

"vous êste un paission"

Chuuya hummed patting Dazai's head.

\\hello mod here! If I spelled the French right (unlikely my dyslexia hates me and it's 3:42 in the morning) it should translate to "you are a fish" if not I apologize. Also you get to experience my Edgar Allan Poe writing yourself! Isn't that great?! I seriously apologize, however.\\

- @vamp-chuu

Dazai was curled up on the sofa, his legs tucked with his torso as he read a book he had found on a shelf in Chuuya’s house. He seemed to wander a lot the past few days, looking in every small corner and drawer and room and cabinet for nothing in particular.

He lifted his head, unsure of quite what that statement meant. He was in no way fluent in french, only understanding a few words. He understood un and vous. He was a. Something. From process of elimination and plain familiarity he was able to land on a piranha.

Replying back in the spanish he had learned simply out of spite of the ginger, “Y eres una chihuahua sin fin ladrando.” He said, flipping the page.

(and you’re an endlessy barking chihuahua)

[vampirezai]

Dazai winced although he was beaming with an obnoxious smile just as much. He had no idea what most of it meant— other than Chuuya didn’t like what he said.

”Oh, ¿Chuuya se sentiría solo sin mí?”

(Oh, would Chuuya be lonely without me?)

It was days after the kidnapping of Dazai (because mod is very lazy). He has gotten used to living at Chuuya's house. It was more cozy than usual but it's okay since it was Dazai's new home till Chuuya decides otherwise. In all honesty, however, it was likely going to be at least a hundred years till then.

Chuuya smiled deviously.

"vous êste un paission"

Chuuya hummed patting Dazai's head.

\\hello mod here! If I spelled the French right (unlikely my dyslexia hates me and it's 3:42 in the morning) it should translate to "you are a fish" if not I apologize. Also you get to experience my Edgar Allan Poe writing yourself! Isn't that great?! I seriously apologize, however.\\

- @vamp-chuu

Dazai was curled up on the sofa, his legs tucked with his torso as he read a book he had found on a shelf in Chuuya’s house. He seemed to wander a lot the past few days, looking in every small corner and drawer and room and cabinet for nothing in particular.

He lifted his head, unsure of quite what that statement meant. He was in no way fluent in french, only understanding a few words. He understood un and vous. He was a. Something. From process of elimination and plain familiarity he was able to land on a piranha.

Replying back in the spanish he had learned simply out of spite of the ginger, “Y eres una chihuahua sin fin ladrando.” He said, flipping the page.

(and you’re an endlessy barking chihuahua)

[vampirezai]

“ohh… Bueno, ¿qué pasa si te dejo, hm?”

Dazai asked, his tone sickeningly sweet as he took Chuuya’s hand in his own to run his fingers over the other’s knuckles with a fond gaze.

(Well, what if I leave you?)

It was days after the kidnapping of Dazai (because mod is very lazy). He has gotten used to living at Chuuya's house. It was more cozy than usual but it's okay since it was Dazai's new home till Chuuya decides otherwise. In all honesty, however, it was likely going to be at least a hundred years till then.

Chuuya smiled deviously.

"vous êste un paission"

Chuuya hummed patting Dazai's head.

\\hello mod here! If I spelled the French right (unlikely my dyslexia hates me and it's 3:42 in the morning) it should translate to "you are a fish" if not I apologize. Also you get to experience my Edgar Allan Poe writing yourself! Isn't that great?! I seriously apologize, however.\\

- @vamp-chuu

Dazai was curled up on the sofa, his legs tucked with his torso as he read a book he had found on a shelf in Chuuya’s house. He seemed to wander a lot the past few days, looking in every small corner and drawer and room and cabinet for nothing in particular.

He lifted his head, unsure of quite what that statement meant. He was in no way fluent in french, only understanding a few words. He understood un and vous. He was a. Something. From process of elimination and plain familiarity he was able to land on a piranha.

Replying back in the spanish he had learned simply out of spite of the ginger, “Y eres una chihuahua sin fin ladrando.” He said, flipping the page.

(and you’re an endlessy barking chihuahua)

[vampirezai]

Dazai wasn’t sure what any of that meant other than je being I. He just huffed and leaned into the touch, no one could see it anyways.

”… elaborada.” He muttered, unable to decipher the sentance.

(…elaborate.)

It was days after the kidnapping of Dazai (because mod is very lazy). He has gotten used to living at Chuuya's house. It was more cozy than usual but it's okay since it was Dazai's new home till Chuuya decides otherwise. In all honesty, however, it was likely going to be at least a hundred years till then.

Chuuya smiled deviously.

"vous êste un paission"

Chuuya hummed patting Dazai's head.

\\hello mod here! If I spelled the French right (unlikely my dyslexia hates me and it's 3:42 in the morning) it should translate to "you are a fish" if not I apologize. Also you get to experience my Edgar Allan Poe writing yourself! Isn't that great?! I seriously apologize, however.\\

- @vamp-chuu

Dazai was curled up on the sofa, his legs tucked with his torso as he read a book he had found on a shelf in Chuuya’s house. He seemed to wander a lot the past few days, looking in every small corner and drawer and room and cabinet for nothing in particular.

He lifted his head, unsure of quite what that statement meant. He was in no way fluent in french, only understanding a few words. He understood un and vous. He was a. Something. From process of elimination and plain familiarity he was able to land on a piranha.

Replying back in the spanish he had learned simply out of spite of the ginger, “Y eres una chihuahua sin fin ladrando.” He said, flipping the page.

(and you’re an endlessy barking chihuahua)

[vampirezai]

He understood most of it! Except for chien. But being with the conversation they were talking about, he got a pretty good hint. Although he were being treated as more of a dog right now than Chuuya.

“¿Por qué me acaricias la cabeza?” He asked, raising his hand to hold Chuuya’s.

(why are you patting my head?)

It was days after the kidnapping of Dazai (because mod is very lazy). He has gotten used to living at Chuuya's house. It was more cozy than usual but it's okay since it was Dazai's new home till Chuuya decides otherwise. In all honesty, however, it was likely going to be at least a hundred years till then.

Chuuya smiled deviously.

"vous êste un paission"

Chuuya hummed patting Dazai's head.

\\hello mod here! If I spelled the French right (unlikely my dyslexia hates me and it's 3:42 in the morning) it should translate to "you are a fish" if not I apologize. Also you get to experience my Edgar Allan Poe writing yourself! Isn't that great?! I seriously apologize, however.\\

- @vamp-chuu

Dazai was curled up on the sofa, his legs tucked with his torso as he read a book he had found on a shelf in Chuuya’s house. He seemed to wander a lot the past few days, looking in every small corner and drawer and room and cabinet for nothing in particular.

He lifted his head, unsure of quite what that statement meant. He was in no way fluent in french, only understanding a few words. He understood un and vous. He was a. Something. From process of elimination and plain familiarity he was able to land on a piranha.

Replying back in the spanish he had learned simply out of spite of the ginger, “Y eres una chihuahua sin fin ladrando.” He said, flipping the page.

(and you’re an endlessy barking chihuahua)

[vampirezai]

It was days after the kidnapping of Dazai (because mod is very lazy). He has gotten used to living at Chuuya's house. It was more cozy than usual but it's okay since it was Dazai's new home till Chuuya decides otherwise. In all honesty, however, it was likely going to be at least a hundred years till then.

Chuuya smiled deviously.

"vous êste un paission"

Chuuya hummed patting Dazai's head.

\\hello mod here! If I spelled the French right (unlikely my dyslexia hates me and it's 3:42 in the morning) it should translate to "you are a fish" if not I apologize. Also you get to experience my Edgar Allan Poe writing yourself! Isn't that great?! I seriously apologize, however.\\

- @vamp-chuu

Dazai was curled up on the sofa, his legs tucked with his torso as he read a book he had found on a shelf in Chuuya’s house. He seemed to wander a lot the past few days, looking in every small corner and drawer and room and cabinet for nothing in particular.

He lifted his head, unsure of quite what that statement meant. He was in no way fluent in french, only understanding a few words. He understood un and vous. He was a. Something. From process of elimination and plain familiarity he was able to land on a piranha.

Replying back in the spanish he had learned simply out of spite of the ginger, “Y eres una chihuahua sin fin ladrando.” He said, flipping the page.

(and you’re an endlessy barking chihuahua)

[vampirezai]

Chuuya threw canned crab at Dazai

"Happy birthday, piranha"

Chuuya stomped away.

- @vamp-chuu

\\hai hello please answer on Dazai's birthday whenever that may be for you! Thank you!!\\

Dazai grinned widely as the canned crab shot past his ducked head.

“Oh chibi! You do have a heart!.. y’know if it’s not black and charred you’d spend a little while with me….”