Dazai knows the things you want from him (and Fyodor) and treats you the way he knows you want. When Dazai’s head is on your lap, your fingers either on his hair or flicking his nose, Fyodor “reads” a book. Legs crossed, eyes on you and Dazai to observe.

You and Dazai feel the weight of his stare and to retaliate, behave like an obnoxious couple usually found in public. When Fyodor’s disgust peaks. Dazai “Care to join the party?”

Fyodor “На вас неловко смотреть…” Fyodor mutters

Dazai “What?”

Fyodor “I said, lick a cactus for all I care.”

Dazai “No he didn’t,” Dazai whispers very loudly. “He said he’s too shy.”

Fyodor slams his book closed “Дазай I swear to G—”