Chuuya quietly flies in through the open window and sits on the windowsill, watching from above as Dazai writes something on his 'computer' below, that's the name of this strange thing. Chuuya tilts his head thoughtfully, from such a height, Dazai doesn't even seem as gigantic as usual compared to Chuuya. Damn, stupid Dazai. Chuuya sighs too dramatically, knowing that the man won't hear him anyway and flies down, standing next to Dazai's mug on the table. The fact that the mug is only barely lower than him is infuriating as hell, but not that he can do anything about it. Chuuya irritably flaps his wings and hits the mug with his fist, trying to attract Dazai's attention "Hey, you idiot! It's already summer!"