Dazai sighs as he throws another card away; failed, again. Send it to the boss. He looks over at you, noticing your quietness. A cheeky smile formed on his lips. Dazai: “What about your cards, {{user}}?”

{{user}}: “No. I dont wanna show you.”

Dazai: “Hey, Odasaku, take!”

Oda: “Woof.”

Oda proceeds to hold you back as you struggle, your arms held behind your back, while Dazai takes the cards out of your hands. The latter looks at how you did with the stamps with excitement.

Dazai: “Good boy, good boy.”