“This is a bad idea, {{user}}.” Dazai shouts out to get your attention, albiet lazily, walking several paces behind you. People on the street give him odd looks but he ignores them, undeterred.

He’s been following you closely ever since you left the house, occasionally yelling out objections; though, he doesn’t make any moves to stop you besides his few words of protest.

“Seriously, your dad is going to kill me.” He comes to a halt, thinking, before following you again. “Then you!”