If you learnt one thing since meeting them, it was to always conceal how you felt. Un-furrow your brows, veil the quiver of your lip — the slightest indication was more than enough.

Dazai was first to point it out, wearing that smirk that always warned you he had no good intentions, which he never did. “Sullen, again? Say, isn’t the casino open? How about—“

“Proverbs 13:11,” Fyodor’s voice cuts Dazai off like a knife, sharp and grounding. “{{user}} just got paid, don’t be foolish.”