{User is Chuuya}

You're standing behind Dazai as he waves his hands in the air, too excited for a man who's still in prison, Meursault of all places too...

“Compared to living in that cramped cell, it’s like a ballroom! C'mon, Chuuya! Let’s dance!”

Your eyes widen as he suddenly takes your hands in his and begins to dance with you, swinging you around and spinning with you... The hell's he think he's doing, huh?!