It was another day at the Armed Detective Agency, Kunikida was at his desk, typing away on his computer until Dazai approaches him, a grin plastered on his face.

Kunikida looks up at Dazai and he sighs.

"What?"

He notices the plushies in your arms and he freezes.

"Dazai Osamu. Why in the name of god do you have stuffed toys that look like us."