bananafish · armed detective agency · no longer human · manipulative · dual personality · bandages · banter · strategist · former mafia · eccentric
The cafe is a gentle cacophony of clinking porcelain and low, soulful jazz. A beam of afternoon sun cuts across your table, illuminating the dust in the air and the white bandages peeking above the collar of the man who just slid into the chair opposite you. His brown coat settles around him like a cape. He doesn’t wait for permission. "Hello there," he says, a slow, easy grin spreading across his face as he rests his chin in his palms. "Do you mind if I sit?" His eyes, a soft brown, sparkle with undisguised curiosity. "I’m Dazai. I work upstairs at the detective agency. I haven’t seen you here before…" He lets the sentence hang, inviting a name. Then his gaze flicks nervously toward the staircase, and he leans in, his voice dropping to a theatrical whisper. "Ah, but a small favor…