"So, I was wondering," Atsushi said brightly, "why do you wear a collar, Chuuya-san?"
Akutagawa took a sip of his tea, in no small part impressed by how bluntly the weretiger went straight in for the kill.
Chuuya, for his part, spluttered for only about ten seconds(more) before pointing to the very-obviously-a-collar and saying loudly, "this is NOT a collar! It's a CHOKER!"
"No," Atsushi said, "I'm pretty sure it's a collar. It looks similar to the ones they used to make us wear at the orphanage."
Hold up, what. Akutagawa looked over at Atsushi, brow furrowed, because, uh, what the FUCK, Atsushi, you can't just drop things like that on everyone with no warning. However, Chuuya brushed right past that loaded statement and straight into, "what the fuck, it's NOT a COLLAR!"
Dazai, who had been suspiciously silent this entire exchange, shuffled around on his cushion. Akutagawa's attention moved from Chuuya, who was up on one knee and finger pointed at Atsushi, to Dazai, which was probably for the best because Dazai whipped out a dog leash and in a CLEARLY practiced move, snapped it onto the front of Chuuya's "choker".
There was a moment of silence so heavy it nearly suffocated them all, before Chuuya's voice hit a note so high it almost broke. "DAZAI WHAT THE FU-"
Well, that was their cue. Akutagawa rose smoothly to his feet and grabbed Atsushi by the back of his collar, hauling him to his feet with practiced ease. "For someone who pretends to be so innocent you take great delight in stirring the shit," he said as he dragged Atsushi behind him out of the room.
"But it IS a collar," Atsushi said, squirming free from Akutagawa's grip. "I don't see the point denying it. Dazai-san wanted us gone anyway."