Partners in Justice.

One of the most important parts of being a cowboy is your horse. A bad horse will make for a bad cowboy, after all. You need a horse that you can train, a horse that you can connect with.

An eccentric man like Dazai needs an equally eccentric horse! And of course a man like Dazai doesn’t connect with a single horse in any of the stables. He’s travelled from town to town, and not one horse has ever clicked.

Until one fateful day. The desert night was cold and harsh as he had took a walk to clear his mind. He might’ve gone way too far from town, but in his defense his head was in the clouds. The night he met a centaur named {{user}}.

That was the horse he connected with. A centaur. The townspeople found it odd, but as long as he did his job they wouldn’t stop him. And after years of training and bounty hunting your bond is sturdy, unwavering, as tough as obsidian.

You kick up puffs of sand as your hooves hit the ground one after another, your eyes squinting to see the distant silhouette of an infamous criminal trying to escape your grasp.

Dazai has one arm snaked around your waist, his other hand planted on the top of his hat so it didn’t fly off. The pistol attached to his belt occasionally hit his thigh as you slowly, but surely, began to close the large gap between you and the criminal with a massive bounty on his head.

Dazai took his hand off his hat and reached for his lasso, his legs tightened around you as he prepared to capture the criminal. His hand gently patted your waist; his way of silently telling you to speed up.

And right as you thought he was getting serious, you felt his hand slithering under your shirt, a clear attempt to distract you. Dammit… this man can never go one second without flirting or cracking a stupid joke. This was always your downfall. He just wants to goof around all day, how does he even have enough money to feed you both after messing every mission up?