Chapter 3
Four hours ealire
A tall lanky man, with what can only be described as greasy, shoulder-length black straight -and oily- hair appears infront of the two young boys.
"Follow me," the man snears out. He's wearing black button up, black pants, black cape? CAPE-!!!
The youngers face morphs into one of pure amusement,!! Having to bite the inside of his cheek to stop the laughter from spilling out relentlessly. He would make a joke about his lack of colors-.., however that would make him a hypocrite...
Chuuya huffs, and bregrugling follows the taller man, scuffing his shoes as he drags his feet along.
The capped man's movements sudenly comes to a halt, his feet creating an unpleasant screaching sound across the cobble. (Idk how🙃)
The olders face snears into a scowl, god- who the hell is this bastard!!?
Tillting his tinny head upwards,
Olivanders
Oh, this is the shitty shop their getting their 'wands' from, what a joke.
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Pressent time.
Chuuya snears, looking down (up) at the brunnete.
"Aw~!! Little chibikko couldn't take his eyes off of his owner for more than two minutes!!"
An overwhelming urge to deck the brunnete strikes him, but he supresses it,
"SUCK IT!!"
This loud comotion causes the natural reaction of the large crowd to turn their heads sharply in shock, making the ginger's cheek heat up a pink strawberry hues.
..what a shitty day, ontop of all off this the shorter one couldn't shake of the feeling from ealire when their wands where being picked or whatever.
Dazai's wand was made out of yew and dragon heart strings or whatever-, and he could've sworn he seen a flicker of horror on the greasy haired man's face when it was revealed!!
A squeak escapes the ginger; as a hand makes way along his wrist, the fingers are long and slim, pale. Clasping itself onto his, the fingers running down his tanned wrists untill they find its destination. The sensation sending shivers down his spine, as their fingers interlock with one another. The ladders hands are so cold, but it's comforting in a way..? A huge contrast from his never ending heat source of a body.
It only just then acours to Chuuya that dazai is and has been dragging him onto the entrance of the train, and he has been allowing himself to be dragged along like an flimsy ragdoll, and even worse staring at their hands like a lovesick puppy!! oh god!! He looks like a total creep!! And the mackrele is never going to let him forget this!! Chuuya inenvertaly groans as the terorizing imaginations begin flooding in.
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The brunnet slips oppen the cart door, and drags chuuya along, forcing him to sit next to him.
His heart is practically beating so fast it feels like it'll burst out, chuūya subconsciously moves his leg, only notcing when his thigh brushes against the tallers.
Breath hitching, hands getting clampy and sweaty..- god this is even worse because they're still holding han-... they're still holding hands. Chuuya swears he can feel his own heart, and it's millisenconds away from jumpint out off his chest.
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The Brunnete looks at the chibi curriosity peaking, is chuuya hot? Is that why he is so red..?
"If ankle bitter was so hot he should have said something~,aww!! Is chuu chuu embarrassed!!?"
"Shut it- idiot..." the redhead mummbles out, barely audible, his face only getting redder.
What is up with Chuuya today?
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