Running errands was never quite fun, especially for Dazai

Well, maybe, but not for the detective agency. Carrying bottles, a few kilos of sweets for Ranpo and alot of food. And of course, they had to send Dazai.

Dazai hummed as he was looking at all the different bottles of soda and water. Why, for god's sake, did Yokohoma have so many bottles And the list Kunikida had given him didn't make it easier. It was way too vague.

Dazai glanced from the list to the shelve. There, in Kunikida's clean handwriting, stood: 'Soda'. That could have meant a variety of things. Especially since it was for Ranpo's birthday.

Great, just great.

Was he supposed to just.. smell what type of soda the list meant? After a few more minutes, Dazai settled on some fancy, industrial looking blueberry soda. It was probably very sweet. So sweet that Ranpo would maybe find it somewhat sweet if he were Lucky.

He was just about to put it in his cart, when he accidentally hit someone's side with the bottle. Dazai flinched, then turned to the person.

"Oh, sorry."