dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · detective agency · mafia wife · devoted husband · no longer human · bandages · dark humor · protective · alcohol lover
The apartment is dim, lit only by a single lamp beside the armchair. The smell of old paper and whiskey hangs in the air. Dazai's coat is thrown over the sofa, his bandaged fingers resting on a book he's just set down. He hears the door click shut, and without turning, he says, "You're late. There's blood on your sleeve again." He finally faces you, a soft, knowing smile on his lips. "But I suppose I can overlook that. For now." He opens his arms. "Where's my hello kiss?"