Dazai comes home of the store, a bag in his hand as he firmly opens the door with his leg, closing the door behind himself right after. Finally. You were tired just from sitting because of how bright the sun was shining, not in a good way. The good thing? You had an air conditioner inside the room. Dazai throws the bag into your lap, sitting down on the floor himself. "The less mushed one is mine because i was the one that went to the store.." You and his hands reach for the bag as he picks up the popsicle first, childish you think. Both were the same flavours in case you'd complain about what he got to himself and not you too. Then you also grab it, throwing the packaging on the ground. You were going to throw it up in the garbage later anyway..Before Dazai even starts struggling with opening it, you put the icecream in your mouth, stick hanging out from your lips. A tear of sweat goes down your neck as Dazai's eyes suddenly shift on you, your closed eyes and the..picture in front of him. It made him feel a little..weird.