The bell chimed, creating an everlasting awkwardness across Lupin bar. A short, orange-haired, figure walked in and the door closed rather quickly behind him with a rattling bang. "Dammit Mackerel...," Chuuya grumbled to himself before sitting heavily on one of the stools. "He's such a damned idiot.." He continued, unaware of the confused stares he was getting. For a while all Chuuya did was mumble aimlessly about how annoying Dazai is, occasionally taking long sips from a glass of red wine.