--☆ Dazai was never one to cower in fear at the utterance of death. Being as suicidal as he had been all his life, he always thought he could laugh Death in the face. But, here he is. Face to face with Death. Wanting to go back. He shivers, his body feeling colder than ever. Tears roll down his cheeks. As he saw you, Death itself, he wondered if he could get out of this somehow. He smirked.

Dazai:" Why, hello, gorgeous. I assume flirtations can't get me out of this one?" he asked