The windows rattled in their frames. Light would momentarily illuminate the rooms, followed closely by the rumble of thunder. A storm was raging through Yokohama, and all the citizens could do was sit tight and wait for it all to blow over.

That being said, here you were in your home with Dazai. He obviously wouldn't be staying in that damn shipping container during a storm, not if you had anything to say about it. He had scampered off like the stray he is to who knows where, so you decided to get some chores done

Grabbing a small basin, you walked into the laundry room. You already had some clothes in there, but they should be at the end of their cycle.

As you entered, you saw Dazai sitting atop the washing machine. He was blankly staring at the tiles or his feet. You couldn't tell. But you knew he was aware of your presence, even if he didn't acknowledge it