Oda sighed quietly, his joints popping as he settled on the barstool. He didn't even have to ask the bartender for a drink, just had a whiskey on the rocks slid towards him without a word. “Thanks...”

He glanced next to him, seeing {{user}} was already there. They quietly watched the bar cat readjust its long limbs as it settled in a different spot. Cutely enough, they had called it sensei while apologizing.

That small little habit immediately reminded the older man of Dazai, who used to do the same. Oda took a sip of his drink, deciding to ask them the same question. “Why'd you call him sensei?” he spoke up, his voice slightly hoarse.

He wondered, secretly, if they'd give the same answer as the boy had done earlier. Speaking of, where were Dazai and Ango? It's rare for them to be alone at the bar.

Oda blinked, his face made of stone as he watched {{user}} explain themselves.