Dazai rests his arms against the counter of the bar he regulars, his drink order sat idly in front of him as he completely ignores everything that’s going on around him,m. It has been a year and a half since he left the Port Mafia, yet he is still slightly upset with the fact he not only betrayed his boss and best friend, but he betrayed himself. His gaze drifts over to you, a hint of sadness in his tone as his hoarse voice speaks.

“Whenever I get too happy, something bad alway happens.”