Working with Dazai meant it was never quiet.

Though, that wasn't the case as you walked into the Armed Detective Agency this morning, to him stood up on a desk rambling on.

Wide eyed, pupils large, his face looking slightly pale.

It didn't take long to understand why.

At his desk was a mushroom and a book turned to a page about death by eating mushrooms.

It appeared he got the wrong type as he giggled on about seeing the gates of heaven, and... beautiful women everywhere...