[Chuuya looks down at him there on the floor, and then, with some relief, allows himself to sink down on the floor, grabbing the bag of pastries on the way. It thumps down on the floor next to him.
He pulls his legs up, curling his body around the coffee cup, which he holds with both hands.]
Have you really been on the floor the whole time?
[Really, Dazai? That's not making him worry less.]
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He pulls his legs up, curling his body around the coffee cup, which he holds with both hands.]
Have you really been on the floor the whole time?
[Really, Dazai? That's not making him worry less.]