Your Sweet Taste

The Shitty World

"This world is a benign, lowly place with no light. And you- you fun sized munchkin is telling me to accompany yourself? Such audacity" 
        " What the heck's wrong with you dude and why are you talking like you are an ancient being.... Btw I am Chuuya, Nakahara Chuuya. If you've understood what I want already, you should comply nicely."
       " And why should I? What makes you think that I wouldn't want to die right here?"
       " What- are you psychopathic you bastard... Well whatever. Just listen to what I have to say already." 
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" Basically my boss wants you- us to go and investigate this ancient village Azgarel or something."
     " Its Ażgareel, your dumbness. It seems like besides your puppy- sized nature you also have a puppy sized brain."
   " Fucking asshole, you're just straight up taunting me. Whatever I am going back."
   " Wait. How much is the pay??"
    " Hmm? Well boss said it was 47000 enos."
    " That's... Right, I have decided munchkin! I shall accompany you."
    " Dude,  you're just twisted... What's your name bastard?"
    " My name is Dazai Osamu. And our first task is to eat something really expensive!"
......
Chuuya was peeped. The man in front of him was no short of a cheap drunk. He was about to waste all their search money by buying new clothes, food all for himself. And the moment Chuuya would intervene, he started giving excuses like if he was to die, he would die in the best conditions and stuff. All this pissed Chuuya so much he sent a letter to his boss to nullify his contract.

•2 days later•

Chuuya and Dazai had started their journey to head towards the village. They were currently living in a lodge.  A cheap run down lodge in one room. Thank god there were two beds lest he should have murdered that tall, slimey, covered in bandage thing. He also noticed that Dazai would rarely stay in the room. He would be either at the pub drinking and betting or flirting with any women he laid his eyes on or spending their money ; emphasis on THEIR on whatever he had liked.
                    So as any other normal person would, Chuuya decided to face the bastard and tell him off about it again. He went to the pub which was literally besides the lodge and saw Dazai. A broken, drunk man who was literally trying to get a girl to sleep with him. He had no charisma, it seemed to Chuuya and he almost pitied how miserable Dazai looked.  The man went towards him and told the woman she could leave. She seemed to leave a happy sigh and hurried out. Dazai, still half drunk leaned on to Chuuya and started rambling, "Ahh this thing is so - short I can't even- 'hick'- can't even-" Dazai had stopped talking and had fallen unconscious. " Damn it, this piece of shit", Chuuya complained. Dazai leaned on Chuuya's chest and his head was on his shoulders. Chuuya decided to shift him and carry him on his back instead since it would be easier. But the man was tall, and for some reason put his face in Chuuya's hair making him awkwardly conscious about Dazai's unstable breathing. While going up the stairs to their room, he heared Dazai quietly saying, " This world is so. So fucking shitty".
Of course this man hated the world. Of course.