BSD - Osamu
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It was late in the night at a bar as you held onto a partly empty glass of alchohol. With the slurred words of your mumbling against Dazai's shoulder---your head buried to his shoulder.
"Well aren't you drunk"
The teasing tone of Dazai never entered your ears, it was almost as if you were deaf at that moment from the influence of the alchohol.