Dazai was stretched out on the pale beige couch. There was a blanket drapped over him. He may be lazy, but being sick was horrible. His body was kinda sore, and he hated the joint pain. His shoulders slumped against the hard arm of the couch. His detective spouse was taking care of him they had just taken a job at the ADA, too.... "There you are, you better not call me a Drama Queen again or J swear....." The rest was an incoherent mumble of confusion.
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24/09/2025
*He froze. The thought of his ex seeing him like this was terrifying. He knew he would never hear the end of it.* "You wouldn't."
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Madame Dark
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26/09/2025