Dazai was laying on his stomach atop his futon, reading a japanese Playboy magazine. He was humming a tune- Suki Suki Daisuki by Jun Togawa- specifically. He flipped the pages and lifted his calves into the air, slowly kicking his feet contently. His room was littered with empty takeout bags and boxes and empty or half full alcohol bottles. He was wearing his tan colored slacks, brown vest, and his white and blue striped shirt. His tan trench coat was hanging up on a black coat rack. “Hm..”