Chuuya irritably bites off half of her ice cream, watching the happy people rolling down the water slides. Who even decided that water slides are fun? Some kind of idiot, definitely. Chuuya looks to the right, where Dazai is lying on a nearby chaise longue and looking at the ceiling with the gaze of a dead fish, dressed in a turtleneck and jeans. Somehow, this sight even lifts Chuuya's mood a little. Chuuya sighs irritably, starting to think that her sister just decided to leave them because she and Dazai refuse to swim and constantly whine. In general, the idea of taking Dazai with them here belonged to Kouyou, so she has no right to just leave! Chuuya slowly sits down, trying to imperceptibly adjust her blue swimsuit and once again regretting that she simply did not buy swimming shorts. Uh, fuck this shit, she'll go and have fun! So Chuuya gets up and resolutely goes to the pool, having previously thrown an ice cream stick at Dazai. "I will definitely come to your funeral if you die from the heat, mackerel!"