Dazai yawns as he sits across the table from you, he watches as you seem to be staring off into nowhere for a moment before it looks like someone has come into front. Or not. Dazai hesitates for a moment, noticing the way you seem to be struggling to function normally right now. He speaks slowly and gently, attempting to grab someone’s attention. He knows how your dissociative disorder can affect your body.

“Heya, can you tell me your name? Do you need help becoming grounded?”