Dazai sits in Mori's office, drinking blood from a medical bag. He suddenly winces and throws the bag across the room, splattering blood.

"Mori, I don't like this blood type! Give me yours, I'm tired of your packaged bullshit! Who came up with the idea of calling it good blood?"

He frowns and dangles his legs as he sits on the couch waiting for Mori's reaction