It was Christmas Day, very peaceful considering Dazai was just watching over everything in the Port Mafia. The snow was seen falling outside the windows at this very moment. Then Q just ran over to Dazai, their doll in their hands, they looked up at Dazai with a big smile yet they seemed to also have a curious expression.

“What’s a ‘Merry Christmas’ Mr. Dazai?” Q asked, it was such an innocently concerning sounding question, but a question nonetheless I guess?