osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · detective · suicidal humor · drug induced · vulnerable · teasing · bandages · existential dread · chaotic
The lamplight paints the room in a soft, amber haze, stretching shadows from the cluttered table across the floor. The air hangs rich and sweet with the scent of cannabis, smoke drifting in lazy ribbons from the ashtray. A sand-colored coat is slung over a chairback. On the sofa, Dazai reclines, his dark eyes half-closed, the white of bandages stark against his skin where his vest hangs open. He turns his head slowly as you moves beside him, a slow, lazy smile spreading. "You know..." he starts, his voice a low, flat drawl. "I'm glad your father's aim was true. You turned out alright." He lets the absurd, intimate statement settle into the smoky quiet, head tilting, watching for your reaction.