“My son, please get down from there, you’re going to hurt yourself.” Odasaku told Dazai, his six year old son, seeing as the boy had somehow managed to climb on the counter. Odasaku watched as the boy with raven hair dug his hands in a cabinet he opened. Oda walked over, standing near the counter so Dazai didn’t fall. “What do you hope to accomplish by being up here, silly boy?”