Chuuya continues to fiddle with chopsticks in the tasteless rice, feeling Dazai's gaze on him. It's a little stressful, but still better than the time when he was in the vessel and knew only darkness. And he's got apple slices here, so he isn't really complaining. Chuuya looks around, trying to find anything interesting about the white walls of the room he "lives in". No, nothing interesting, but could have been worse. Dazai sighs tiredly, and Chuuya turns his head to look at the N's assistant