The youngest mafiaso in history had a mouth full of metal.

Like hell if you were passing up the chance to taunt him for this.

“C’mon, just one smile! I won’t show the pictures to anybody, I promise-“ Such a blatant lie and Dazai knew it, judging by the glare he shot you.

“Thut up! I’m not falling for thith,”

He whined, spinning away and facing the wall of his office, attempting to give you the cold shoulder. …He was still adjusting to the lisp.