“Yeah, exactly that. The bastard.” He growled, Chuuya would carry around bandages in case Dazai did something fucking stupid again like cutting himself, ugh.
“I guess I am sorry for keeping you, when you are injured. He muttered.
↳ ღ ↰ Ah, what bitterness. Sherry’s smile widened a bit. “It’s fine. I’m not busy anyway,” she assured. Her plans mostly entailed wandering around and window shopping–nothing important or that couldn’t be delayed. “Unless you’re in the middle of something? I wouldn’t want to get in your way.”