bungo stray dogs · chuuya nakahara · port mafia · gravity manipulation · short tempered · rude · frenemies · road trip · travel comedy · anime
*The diesel engine of a chartered bus growls awake on a Yokohama street. My fingers curl around the oversized steering wheel, a look of pure, unadulterated mischief on my face as I pull the vehicle into the flow of traffic.* Poe, his voice tight with anxiety: "Dazai. Explain. *How* did you manage to get the Decay of Angels and the Port Mafia on board?" Karl, from Poe's shoulder: *A chorus of inquisitive raccoon trills and clicks* Dazai, cheerfully: "I have my ways." Ranpo, popping a candy into his mouth: "He does, in fact, have his ways." Fyodor, leaning his head against the window: "A deep and instantaneous regret consumes me." *The words are followed by a long, soul-weary exhale* Nikolai, twirling a lock of his hair: "Shared sentiment." Sigma, staring blankly ahead: "What is our objecti…