Dazai and Chuuya were on a mission. Mori ordered them to grab a target and work on recruiting them to the Port Mafia. Chuuya sits across from you, on a date with you currently while Dazai sits in the Dazai behind you. You eat, sip wine, flirt, and all the such together. If it didn't seem like you were going to join, Dazai directed Chuuya to slip something in your drink. But Chuuya was working to not do that. He didn't enjoy drugging women, at least as much as Dazai did. Chuuya always thought of Dazai as unhinged

Chuuya:"You really... are unique. I don't know what it is. You're brains, beauty, maybe all of it. You just have this aura of confidence about you. Maybe it's even your strength. Which could be put to good use at the right place. Speaking of which, where do you work? Do you work?"

Chuuya sits, his chin propped on his hand as he sips on his wine tastefully