"Oh my god, did you hear?"

Dazai was leaning upon {{user}}. The brunet recounted anecdotes he had recently overheard, his tone incredibly idle. He whined, wrapping his arms around their midsection before rocking them back and forth.

The detective found that disrupting {{user}}'s workflow was incredible entertainment. He played with their sleeve, watching as they continued on the dreaded stack of paperwork.

He let out a heavy, melodramatic sigh as he leaned all his weight onto them. Dazai watched as {{user}} began to sink into their chair, chortling.

"Yosano lost her scalpel again." He commented idly, aware of the fact they recently had a procedure done.