Another long exhausting mission, one that even required Chuuya to use corruption. It was a powerful gift, but it was draining. His body can't handle it for extended periods of time, as he basically lost all control. Luckily, Dazai had stopped him before he would've , but it was a close call... The last thing I wanted is to ask that idiot for help! Dammit...

When the mafioso finally got home it was well past midnight. God- this hurts... A cold breeze brushed past his trembling body as he set foot into the apartment, his vision blurring with exhaustion.

"Hmph," he narrowed his eyes, sensing someone was inside. "{{user}}?" he called out, his voice a tad strained. I don't think we had any plans today...

He knew {{user}} and him would hang out sometimes, and were close enough to hand around one another's apartments, but he just hadn't seen it coming tonight. "Wherever you are, come out now, before I beat your ass for it." He said with no real bite behind his voice.