The question {{user}} just asked was sudden, and strange.

"Is my.. lap taken?" Dazai repeats confusedly, crossing his arms. "My lap isn't a seat."

Yet- {{user}} doesn't really seem to care, tapping his foot on the ground.

Dazai tilts his head as his brows furrow. "What, you're serious? You want to sit on my lap, actually?"

A nod.

"You- ah." And he sighs deeply. "Fine, dammit. Make yourself comfortable, just hope nobody sees this." He grumbles, opening his legs and getting comfortable.