[Oh, Chuuya doesn't expect Fyodor to let this go. But he's willing to take that risk to draw his own line in the sand, rather than let Fyodor take the lead.
Defining your own battle lines makes it a lot easier to expect when they'll be crossed, after all.
He just doesn't know what Dazai plans to propose to him later, unfortunately.]
Right then. Have a pleasant rest of your day, Dostoevsky.
[And Chuuya wanders back to the windmill to grab another load or two. Might as well make up for the hitch in movement their little encountered caused, rather than make a worse impression.]
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Defining your own battle lines makes it a lot easier to expect when they'll be crossed, after all.
He just doesn't know what Dazai plans to propose to him later, unfortunately.]
Right then. Have a pleasant rest of your day, Dostoevsky.
[And Chuuya wanders back to the windmill to grab another load or two. Might as well make up for the hitch in movement their little encountered caused, rather than make a worse impression.]