After an hour of hair and make up Chuuya is finally ready to leave the room. He hopes that the people who were ther had already left by the time he arrived. Unfortunately for him, when he entered the room there were two things, which had changed. First, the room size seemed to have doubled. Second, there were like 50 people there. He started searching for Dazai who wasn't in his bed.
He finds Dazai next to one of the tables being served alchol by some exotic dancer. Chuuya hits Dazai in the head with the back of his hand.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, are you stupid?" Yells Chuuya " You should be resting"
"Why are you always so worried about everything chibi chibi? Relax, have a drink. Alyssa give him a drink" orders Dazai and th exotic dancer leaves to go get the redhead a drink "your costume really matches you by the way"
Why do I even like this idiot? Chuuya wonders as he side-eyes Dazai.
They're standing in the middle of a crowded street at night, their costumes turning more than a few heads. Someone staggers past them—a stranger, clearly drunk, but amused by the sight of the two. He stops, barely steady on his feet, and points at them with a sloppy grin. "Matching costumes? Really? You guys went with matching costumes? Where's your magic mat Jasmine"
Chuuya groans, shooting a glare at Dazai. He had barely agreed to this costume in the first place, but Dazai had a way of convincing him to do things he'd normally never even consider.
As the stranger stumbles off, Chuuya crosses his arms, turning his glare on Dazai. "So... I'm Jasmine from Aladdin, huh? That's who I am?" His eyes narrow. "The eyeshadow, the top, the pants—oh, now it all makes sense. Why the hell am I a Disney princess?"
Dazai grins, completely unfazed. "Because I thought you'd look good in that color. Brings out your eyes."
Chuuya raises an eyebrow. "Which eye?"
"Well, one of them," Dazai says with a shrug, gesturing casually at Chuuya's face. "Since, you know, the other one's brown."
"Yes, Dazai, I know my own eyes are two different colors," Chuuya deadpans.
Dazai's smile only widens. "It actually makes you look really pretty."
Chuuya blinks, momentarily caught off guard, his cheeks warming before he can stop them. Did Dazai just... compliment him? He coughs, trying to regain his usual composure. "Oh, so you're saying I make a good Disney princess?"
Dazai nods, his expression almost sincere. "Exactly. It suits you. Regal, powerful—like Jasmine. I knew I'd picked right."
Chuuya scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Yeah? Well, I have one more question, genius." He steps forward, placing a firm hand on Dazai's shoulder and leaning in close. "If I'm Jasmine, then why the hell are you Aladdin?"
"Because I have a pure heart," Dazai replies instantly, his face so serious that it catches Chuuya off guard. But then that infuriating grin creeps back.
For a moment, Chuuya just stares at him, wide-eyed. And then he bursts out laughing, barely able to keep his balance as he clutches his stomach. "You? A pure heart?"
Dazai puts a hand to his chest in mock offense. "That's low-key offensive, Chuuya."
Chuuya's laughter only grows louder, echoing through the street as Dazai's expression shifts to playful indignation. It's absurd, utterly ridiculous, and somehow... perfect.
"Well, since you've gotten the golden chain, what are you going to demand?" Wonders the Redhead curious
"I asked for two tickets to France for December and a free day for everyone on Christmas," says Dazai non-chalantly
