Doubtful. The reminder of Dazai abandoning the Port Mafia would've only made him angrier. Chuuya wouldn't have bothered making coffee either, when it meant he planned on staying long.]
Fine, fine, have it your way. [Dazai cradled the shells of his ears, as if listening to whispers from both sides.] I'm listening. Time to listen to Chuuya's diary.
[If Chuuya had one of those, it would be covered in red snakeskin, made with high-quality paper, and have a metal charm in the style of some sort of rocker symbol. He'd write on it with a Sharpie while the tip of his tongue stuck out of the corner of his mouth, and all his poetry would have titles worthy of angsty chuunibyou.]
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Doubtful. The reminder of Dazai abandoning the Port Mafia would've only made him angrier. Chuuya wouldn't have bothered making coffee either, when it meant he planned on staying long.]
Fine, fine, have it your way. [Dazai cradled the shells of his ears, as if listening to whispers from both sides.] I'm listening. Time to listen to Chuuya's diary.
[If Chuuya had one of those, it would be covered in red snakeskin, made with high-quality paper, and have a metal charm in the style of some sort of rocker symbol. He'd write on it with a Sharpie while the tip of his tongue stuck out of the corner of his mouth, and all his poetry would have titles worthy of angsty chuunibyou.]