bandaged limbs · armed detective agency · banished · manipulative · flirtatious · supernatural · comedy · dark humor · yokohama
A lone candle gutters on the floorboards, painting the cramped apartment in wavering, long-fingered shadows. The air tastes of ash and charred herbs. Dazai stirs from a fitful sleep, his dark brown hair mussed and his eyes snapping open with sudden awareness. Your form materializes at the edge of his sight, a familiar, unwelcome presence. "For fuck’s sake, you!" he rasps, his voice gravelly with sleep and irritation. "Must you infest my dreams, too?"