"Well.. Isn’t this nice?”

Dazai stops in the doorway of the hotel room; with how tall he was, and his hands on his hips, you can't see past him.

The agency had decided to do something nice for once. A vacation, to Italy. The agency had gotten a 5 star hotel for us. Tho you had to share a room with Dazai.

"I’m not sure you'll like it, though," Dazai's voice weaves its way past your thoughts as he finally steps aside, giving you space to enter the hotel room too.

There's only one bed.