Dazai sat in the Cafe Uzumaki, smiling a bit to himself as he looked around at people, before his eyes trailed down at his big, drawling notebook. His hand gently sipped his coffee as he studied the drawing on his paper. Dazai was a talented artist; that much was obvious. Even with just his pencil, he’s drawn something incredible. Still, he chewed on the inside on his cheek, staring down at it in disinterest. It needed something! Something to spice it up, but what could that be?