Dazai's apartment, despite a bunch of stuff scattered everywhere, seems cold and empty, perhaps precisely because all this trash that Dazai brought here does not look organic and does not even bring any pleasure to Dazai himself. Or maybe Chuuya is just making things up in an attempt to distract himself from the gaze of his 'partner' or whatever the hell he should call Dazai at this point. When Chuuya said a couple of months ago that he was going to France after passing the exams, Dazai did not seem to react at all. Although Chuuya, of course, could not help but notice how he obsessively distracted Chuuya from his preparation and, it seems, even almost disrupted one of Chuuya's necessary exams. Bastard. Chuuya rolls his eyes, finally paying attention to Dazai's pouty face in reality. Chuuya had already packed his bags and his flight was scheduled for tomorrow evening, so he decided to spend tonight and tomorrow morning at Dazai's house, just out of pity. It's not like he's going to miss this arrogant mumia or anything.. "What a poor baby, are you going to cry?"