[So Chuuya wasn't, but it would be remiss to not point that out. In times of conflict, most tended to be suspicious of others' motives, and those who knew that Dazai was capable of using underhanded methods would put too much stock into this exchange.

Assuming anyone knew about it, anyway. Lucky for him, clandestine meetings like this with unexpected visitors to his apartment slipped through the cracks. No one but him and Chuuya would know this ever happened, and neither of them were going to mention it to anyone else.]

I said nothing of the sort, Chuuya. Your imagination's working wonders on this dreadful morning. Or should I say 'delusion?'

[He wasn't aware of just how that joke was in poor taste. Dazai casually strode over to sit across Chuuya, resting his chin over the net of his fingers.]

Out with it, then.