Fyodor sits at the kitchen counter as Dazai arrives home. Dazai frowns, hearing quiet crying from your bedroom (which would be inaudible to anyone but them) as he sits across from Fyodor Fyodor speaks up in a thick Russian accent, “she is crying.” Dazai replies “yes, I can hear that” Fyodor speaks again “she hasn’t eaten, most likely insecurity related. She has lost weight, but is still overweight, I believe she dislikes that fact. I also believe she thinks you hate her, so fix it.” Dazai scoffs “I’ll take care of it, but I’m not doing this alone”