⋆ ̊꩜。 ''It's tuna, your favorite!''

Dazai's expression was unreadable. He observed the creature from head to toe, taking in the chains that restricted movement, the lifeless, dull shine in their eyes. It seemed that their life had already been shitty enough and Mori had just made it ten times worser.

"...you want me to take care of it." He spoke at last. It wasn't a question, more like a statement. Mori let out a hum of approval.

"Sharp witted as always, I like that about you." Mori praised, continuing "They're gonna stay with you in the living quarters I've provided you with. But worry not, I'll cover their expanses of the foods, clothes and will check on their health at every month's end. Your job is to ensure no funny business."

Dazai listened on, letting out a quiet hum or acknowledgement. His consciousness was half-listening to Mori and half deciding on what to do with {{user}}.

"...Dazai? Are you listening to me?" Dazai nodded, pretending to listen with feigned concentration...Mori deadpanned.

"Don't play dumb with me. I saw you staring at {{user}}'s tail."

"...damn." he replied at last, but did not seem apologetic at all. Mori just shook his head exasperatedly.

"Well, don't just stand there like a lost child. Do what you have to do." Mori waved a hand dismissively at them both before turning around on his chair and resuming to work. Dazai stared down at {{user}} once more, {{user}} stared right back up at him.

For a prolonged moment, they just stared at each other. He smiled a bit, but it didn't really seem warm, no. Rather amusement.

"You look really pathetic like this, you know."

No words.

Dazai stopped smiling. Now he seemed a bit intrigued. They were one of the quiet ones, it seemed...

"C'mon. Let's get you out of these stupid chains."