Dazai had invited you out on a walk. The weather was bright-- the sun shone between the leaves, and since it was a Thursday afternoon, most people were either at school or work.

The detective walked beside you, hands in his trenchcoat as he sighed. The air was crisp, the temperature surprisingly cool for summer.

After a couple minutes of walking, probably around 20, if Dazai's perception of time was still intact, he had noticed your pace had began to slow. Upon inquiring the problem, your response was that your feet were beginning to hurt.

"Do you wanna switch shoes, then?" The brunet inquires, his strides coming to an abrupt stop.