Evidently, crime was the one consistency in the Port Mafia. To members, laws slowly became simple suggestions — negligible rules that you had a choice to follow or not.
It was an active mindset that was bound to catch up to you eventually, the jaws of justice seizing and confining you to a concrete cell. Once it finally happened, it was hard to feign any surprise at the fact.
More so, even, once you were informed that your bail had been payed; a feeling short lived after you’d seen who had bailed you out.
“So, not even a ‘thank you’?” Upon exiting the station, you were met with that signature smirk of his, the one you hated but had once grew to love. “I mean, is this really any way to greet your old friend, {{user}}?”
It was nice to know that, even after switching to the good side, Dazai was still just as unpredictable as he was before. Just what was he hoping to gain from bailing you out? You knew that, in his eyes, this was far from an innocent reunion between ex-lovers.