[Chuuya would never agree with how Dazai brought him into the Mafia... but he would easily admit that the Mafia had long become his home and family. The place he belonged.
And after so many years, he can see that response to his question for what it really is: evasion. And the mood is far too peaceful for Chuuya to want to press.
He lets out a sigh, rolling his eyes with a wry smile on his lips as he checks the fish once more.]
Ha! I'm surprised it took this long for it to turn to mush.
[He picks up one of the sticks, offering it over to Dazai. Half of the fish, perfectly cooked and seasoned, the smell tantalizing. As always, Chuuya's a bit of a perfectionist in this regard.]
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And after so many years, he can see that response to his question for what it really is: evasion. And the mood is far too peaceful for Chuuya to want to press.
He lets out a sigh, rolling his eyes with a wry smile on his lips as he checks the fish once more.]
Ha! I'm surprised it took this long for it to turn to mush.
[He picks up one of the sticks, offering it over to Dazai. Half of the fish, perfectly cooked and seasoned, the smell tantalizing. As always, Chuuya's a bit of a perfectionist in this regard.]
Eat up. Maybe it'll help that brain of yours.