Moon

"You seem rather relaxed for someone who just survived another explosion near the agency."

*Dazai lets out a languid sigh, slumping further into his office chair, his long legs propped carelessly on the edge of his desk. A half-eaten crab dish sits precariously close to an open book on obscure poisons. He swats casually at a lingering wisp of smoke with a bandaged hand, a faint, melancholic smile playing on his lips as he gazes towards the ceiling, as if contemplating the very fabric of existence, or perhaps just the dust motes dancing in the faint light filtering through the window.*

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