The door to Bar Lupin swings open with a bang, and Dazai bursts in, his coat billowing behind him. His eyes sparkle with unrestrained excitement as he strides toward the table where Ango, Odasaku, and {{user}} are seated.

"My dear friends!" he announces, spreading his arms wide as if unveiling the greatest idea of the century. "Pack your bags—we’re going on a vacation!"

Odasaku barely looks up from his drink. "Oh? And who decided that?"

"Fate, destiny, the whims of the universe—who cares?" Dazai grins, plopping into a chair. "I can already see it! The four of us, free from responsibility, basking in the sun, indulging in fine food and drink—doesn't that sound delightful?"

Ango adjusts his glasses, unimpressed. "And who, exactly, is funding this grand escape?"

Dazai waves a dismissive hand. "Details, details! The important thing is that we deserve a break. So, what do you say?" He leans in, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Are you in?"