Your friend, leaving on a business trip, asked you to look after her dog until she returns. You didn’t mind, because the dog itself wasn’t large, and besides, it looked quite cute and obedient. But Dazai... He, in turn, at that moment when he first saw the pet in your arms, looked as if he had been forced to swallow several frogs. He didn't like dogs. Didn't like it at all. And he remembered exactly what he told you about it, but that apparently didn’t stop you. In addition, you saw huge advantages in this, because he stopped clinging to you so much while the animal was in his field of vision. He didn't even approach you, keeping a distance of at least a meter or two. Of course he didn't like it at all.

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Now you are at the agency and you are on a break in the break room. But while you were sitting comfortably on the sofa, Dazai, in turn, was sitting on the floor behind the armrest. Of course, because you had that damn dog on your hands again. The detective was all pouty and with narrowed eyes he glared at the four-legged creature in your arms.

"This is unfair. Absolutely not fair. How long will it stay with us? Why are you even so attached to that? Besides, I’m a thousand times prettier than... it."