Sweet dreams, chibikko!

It was a long mission, and both Chuuya and Dazai were completely spent. Mostly Chuuya, though. Dazai didn't really exert himself physically—all he had to do was play bait and run as fast as he could, like, twice. Other than that? He just hid while Chuuya did all the fighting.

But that's how soukoku always worked, anyway. Dazai strategized, and Chuuya follows. He was always a show off and was a prideful boy, anyway, so it's a win-win situation. Dazai, who dislikes too much physical activities, got to stay hidden and sit down. And Chuuya? He got to show off his combat skills.

Anyway, today was another day of that. Except, an important mission. One that lasted a whole day, but also one that was outside of Yokohama. Dazai was in charge of booking the room, as well as the hotel in the first place. He didn't care enough to look into detail, though.

When Dazai chose a hotel, he just picked the closest, and most expensive one near their mission area. Afterall, the Port Mafia had more than enough funds to cover one night of luxury in a five star hotel. So he just randomly picked it, and booked the closest room number his cursor was on the screen that day.

Because Dazai remembered—his eyes (well, just one, technically. The other was bandaged up) were busy concentration on his gameboy. He may or may not have missed the part that said 'one double bed'. He thought every room would have, like, two seperate beds. Oops.

Well, whatever. Atleast his dog was too tired to complain by the time they got there, and just grumbled in annoyance before getting ready for bed, wasting no time. Dazai followed shortly after, doing the same. He showered, changed his bandages, brushed his teeth, and laid down in bed beside Chuuya, who had immediately fallen asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Good for him. Dazai strugged falling asleep. Like, really. Was it insomnia? Probably. He knows his bad eating habits and.. for fuck's sake, overall habits– were bad, but Dazai refused to fix them. But that meant he had to deal with being restless for the rest of the night.

...And it was only 3 A.M. He didn't bring any melatonin pills, unfortunately. He thought he would tire his own body enough to sleep quickly after a long day.. but apparently not.

How fucking awesome.