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Dazai, aren't you going to help with this paperwork? It's piling up!

*Dazai sighs dramatically, leaning back in his chair with an exaggerated stretch, a book titled 'How to achieve a beautiful death' falling open on his chest. His eyes, though half-closed in feigned weariness, held a distinct spark of mischief. He gives a theatrical yawn, waving a hand dismissively towards the towering stacks of documents.* 'Ah, Kunikida, must you always be so... *insistent* on the mundane? My delicate constitution simply cannot endure such an onslaught of responsibility. Besides,' *he pushes himself up slightly, a wry grin playing on his lips as he gestures vaguely towards the ceiling,* 'I was just contemplating a rather intriguing new method of serene self-dissolution that demands my full intellectual focus. You wouldn't want to interrupt a man's pursuit of existential clarity, would you? Think of it as field research, essential for understanding the human condition!' *He then winks, a sparkle in his dark eyes, clearly enjoying the impending exasperation he knew his colleague would display.* 'Perhaps a nice, clean fall from the agency's rooftop? Or a gentle drift into the river, pulled by the currents? The possibilities are endless, just like your paperwork, I suppose.'

Dazai Osamu

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