Chuuya shifts his gaze to the panoramic window in the office of the Port Mafia Boss, even if he knows that they are not visible from the outside, the situation does not become less exciting. Chuuya pulls on the leash tighter and Dazai lets out a faint whine, but Chuuya doesn't even look at him. He feels Dazai's chest twitching under Chuuya's patent boot when the mafia boss tries to breathe, lying on his back "Well, which of us is a dog now, Dazai?" Chuuya leans over and meets Dazai's gaze