[Dazai is the type to sit in strange ways. Balling up with his knees to his chest must be more comfortable than sitting with his feet planted on the floor, though that's what Odasaku does. He feels such a fondness. He always has, but it's louder. It was louder when he first saw Dazai after his own death, four years older; it grew louder still when Dazai left Visium and returned.
[He thinks about boiling frogs. He might be the type to fall into that sort of trap.]
I've made a few friends. That's what you wanted, right? [He cares about what Dazai wants. He cares a lot.]
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[He thinks about boiling frogs. He might be the type to fall into that sort of trap.]
I've made a few friends. That's what you wanted, right? [He cares about what Dazai wants. He cares a lot.]