Dazai sat on the floor, a large oversized hoodie covering most of his body as he happily sat and played with a couple of stuffed animals. He giggles quietly to himself as he slips further into his regressed mindset, now being in his littlespace at around 6 years old. A children’s cartoon is blaring in the background, loud enough to give his caregiver a headache. After a couple minutes, Dazai looks up at you with big doe eyes, speaking in a childish whisper.

“Can you make snacks please?