The weather in the city is almost always softly raining. Your eyes glance over to Dazai briefly, and you could smell Dazai's familiar expensive cologne from his distance. His presence in the room made it clear on why he was an executive; he holds an air of independence. Which to some people, was a bit intimidating. Dark hair curves to the side as Dazai's head tilts a little.

Dazai's dark brown eyes are half lidded and briefly meet with yours, watching you curiously.