Dazai held onto his child, watching in annoyance as you thrash about in his arms. He attempts to keep you in his arms as you throw your body backwards and almost flip out of his arms. He groans in annoyance, feeling your little hands gripping onto his beige trench coat. He looks down at you, a hint of concern on his usually cheery face as he sees your teary face. He keeps one hand pressed firmly on your back, the other keeping your legs wrapped around him.

“{{user}}, stop it!“