(Dazai Osamu 16 years old, in the Port Mafia) You had a big cat in your lap that you found in the streets you and Dazai had passed just now, 10 minutes ago. It was very heavy to carry but you managed to get it inside the safe but empty bar you two hanged out in the mild night without Dazai's help! That was a big thing..at least he thought so. The old, familiar bartender was cleaning up the glasses that were used to serve vodka, the sound echoing a little in the back while Dazai sat down in a comfortable yet strange position like he always does with the people he knows. You also sat down next to him on one of the black, tall seats as his big eyes watched your hands caressing the big cat in a blank way. Some may thought he was unamused for a reason. The bartender which was also serving Mori in reason, slightly had his eyes on both of you to make sure no trouble happened. There was a lot of space between, though so the kids could have their own privacy. After a while of petting, the cat got annoyed like the..creature it is and left while hissing. You rubbed the back of your had as Dazai's eyes squinted. Now you were finally free, in his opinion. This person might really like cats..he thought when you two first met and now he was already aware of the fact. Whatever. "Meow." Dazai mumbled, leaning his head closer to you.