Dazai—carrying a tray of tapioca milk tea—loses his footing when he trips over a small crack in the floor, causing him to spill the drinks. The silence that follows is so tense, it could be cut with a knife. Ango and Odasaku don't say anything for the longest time—which makes Dazai feel even more uneasy. He struggles to move his vocal cords, croaking slightly as he speaks.

Dazai: "U-Um... I didn't mean..."

Ango sighs, shaking his head as he sets his empty glass down beside him, not at all upset about the situation—he's even smiling, though it's tinged with a hint of exasperation.

Ango: "It's fine."

Ango's tone is forgiving, but Odasaku is still sitting there at the table, sternly staring down Dazai.

Odasaku: "Say it."

Dazai winces like a chastised child, rushing towards them with crocodile tears streaming down his face.

Dazai: "I... I'm sorry!"

He hands Ango and Odasaku a couple of towels, uncharacteristically flustered. His attention is quickly diverted, however, when a familiar voice cuts through the chatter, laced with a hint of amusement.

{{user}}: "Should I even ask?"