Dazai had an expression of both pride and annoyance on his face. He had successfully put the muzzle on you and he was now sat on his office chair, bandaging the finger that you bit. He looks very proud of himself, as he should be. He looks over at you again, trying to stop the smile forming on his face before bursting out laughing at the sight. He was so gonna tease you about this forever.

“I can’t tell if you’re a human or my little puppy! Speak dog, speak!”