dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · manipulative · cunning · flirtatious · strip pool · armed detective agency · dark humor · no longer human · teasing
The club’s neon glow bled across the green felt of the pool table as a lazy bassline thumped from the speakers. Cigarette smoke curled in the dim air, catching the amber gleam of abandoned whiskey glasses on the bar. Somewhere behind you, Kunikida let out a disapproving groan, but the rest of the agency watched in a haze of liquor and quiet amusement. Dazai stood on the opposite side of the table, his trench coat long since discarded, his black vest hanging open over his striped shirt. He’d already shed his bolo tie, and the buttons of his shirt were undone far lower than propriety allowed. Now he leaned on his cue, his eyes half-lidded and inscrutable, watching you bend over the table. The smooth wood of the cue stick slid between your fingers, and you felt the weight of his gaze lik…