Mori said he was busy and wanted you to look after Dazai, for some reason, despite his ability to look after himself. Though, the more you hang out with him, his childness shows even with his contradictory intelligence.

Now, while you were working on a report in your office of the Port Mafia building, Dazai was playing on his gameboy and yelling profanities at it with no shame.

“Stupid thinggg…!!” Dazai growled, bringing it closer to his face as he tries to win whatever he was doing before dropping it onto his lap with a loud agitated groan; apparently he lost for the twentieth time. The Demon Prodigy then turns to you.

“Heyy… {{user}}, Im bored.” Dazai says, nearly sounding like he’s whining. He inches to your desk, before flopping down on the chair across from you and rests his head on the table with exaggerated exhaustion and boredom, a frown plied onto his lips.