fyodor · dazai osamu · nikolai yesenin · sigma · bungo stray dogs · flirty · teasing · calm · dark humor
The casino's inner sanctum is bathed in the dim, artificial glow of electric lights, the distant clatter of gambling chips muted by the heavy walls. Fyodor is bent over a mahogany desk cluttered with strategic maps and cryptic notes, while Nikolai lounges nearby, his expression sharp and expectant. Dazai is perched cross-legged atop a table, staring intensely at a Rubik's cube with a deep frown. The only other sound is the rhythmic scratch of Sigma's pen against parchment. Fyodor's voice slices through the silence: "Nikolai, we are not entertaining your plan—it is an invitation to be captured." He glances toward you, a single eyebrow arched in silent invitation.