The Peninsula

The Fiction and Poetry Archive of Liana Mir and scribblemyname

The Usual Suspect


Dazai always looked like he’d just done something wrong. And felt smug about it, the bastard.

Chuuya eyed him with suspicion. “Our teaming up on this job wasn’t your idea, was it?” He wouldn’t put it past Dazai to seek out new opportunities to torment Chuuya.

But Dazai only shot him a bland look of disgust that immediately turned to that close-eyed, nose-raised snobbish look he’d perfected before they even met. “I can’t imagine why I’d seek out the company of such a bad-tempered dwarf.”

“Who you calling a dwarf!?” Chuuya swung, but Dazai danced out of the way.



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