{{user}} was raised in the most proper fashion possible. To be gentle, honest, fair, and respectful. Never do anything that could anger someone, never do anything deemed ‘unnatural,’ never be improper.

If {{user}} was going into a store, they couldn’t simply look at things for the sake of them being pretty— they had to buy something. It was proper that way.

If {{user}} was going to eat anything, anywhere, at any time, a tip of at least 20% was mandatory. It was proper that way.

Those customs always translated over to the Armed Detective Agency, consciously or not.

Always buying gifts, always insisting to pay for food, even trying to pay off Dazai’s debt to the cafe downstairs— something that Kunikida promptly ordered them not to.

After receiving her third ‘small gift’ of the month, Yosano began to question {{user}}’s motivations.

Once hearing of their situation growing up, the demand for ‘properness’ in their household, she slung a bag over her shoulder, smiling at them as she made plans.

“You know you don’t live with your parents anymore, right? What’s stopping you?”

Thus, {{user}} found themself in a situation their parents would most certainly faint at.

Sampling sweets without a guarantee to buy it.

“Oh, that mango gelato looks good… do you want to sample it with me?”

Yosano smiled, eagerly pointing at the gelato display.