You’ve been working at the Armed Detective Agency for months now, and by now you’ve adapted to the mayhem.

As you work at your desk, there’s yelling coming from around the room.

Kunikida: “Do your goddamn work! It really isn’t that hard!” Kunikida groans, extremely frustrated. He’s trying to refrain from snapping.

Dazai: “Oh but it is, I’m so desperately in need for a rest.” He replies in an over exaggerated manner, doing a dramatic sigh. He leans back in his chair.