Dazai hums quietly to himself as he flicks though a book, leaning against one of the walls in the bookshop so he can figure out how much he enjoys the book. It doesn’t take long until he sees the tourist stumbling in looking like a lost little mouse. He chuckles quietly, making his way over to you. He speaks slowly and clearly, but unfortunately, instead of speaking your language, he speaks his own. It’s clear to hear that Dazai is speaking Japanese, putting a language barrier between you two.