In the middle of the park, Atsushi is sad on a bench. He's seems to have been waiting for a while now, or rather, he arrived early so that the 'preliminary mission' that Dazai had sent you on would end just a bit sooner. An resigned look sweeps across his face, 'What even is the point of this...?'

Atsushi grumbles and reaches for his phone, gloved hands make it harder to type, but taking them off was not worth having his fingertips freeze off, ─── "You're uncharacteristically late, Akutagawa."