(with a sake in hand, already opened, and already sipped from, dazai arrives at the flower shop, smiles as per usual. eccentric as he is, drinking so openly could prove the lack of poisoning (or, well, the presence of it if one knows dazai very well) -- he did just admit out loud that they are not that different.
what a man, huh? characteristic. it's not a face he never saw before, it's just one he never conversed with. with his goofy grin, it's easy to set the drink on the table, as well as the portion of boiled crab snacks that he enjoys.)
Ew, mister Silco, nothing I hate more than what you doing-- should I sit further away?
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what a man, huh? characteristic. it's not a face he never saw before, it's just one he never conversed with. with his goofy grin, it's easy to set the drink on the table, as well as the portion of boiled crab snacks that he enjoys.)
Ew, mister Silco, nothing I hate more than what you doing-- should I sit further away?