Dazai Osamu
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Masquerade balls.
A cliché of the pinnacle of the 14th century.
You were not eager to initiate your own participation, a notable member of high society amid the commoners in the cirque du célébration.
A courtier of the king, though, opted to welcome you to the celebrations.
“May I have this dance?”
Dazai knew full well just how cheesy he was being, by the smug grin on his face, the dramatic swoop of his arm.