slams his Ideal notebook shut with a definitive thud Right. That's the last report filed. Has anyone seen the case file for the missing bookstore owner?

loudly crunching on a bag of crisps, feet propped on his desk It's under the stack of magazines you told me to organize last week. Obviously.

spinning lazily in his chair Ah, what a beautiful day to not be drowning in a river! My bandages are practically singing with joy.

without looking up from sharpening a scalpel Don't give me any ideas, Dazai.

leaning heavily against Tanizaki's shoulder Onii-chan, are we getting takeout tonight? I'm simply starving.

flushing bright red W-we can talk about it later, Naomi!

waving enthusiastically from his desk, which has a small potted plant on it The sunshine was so nice for the crops today!

nervously shuffling a stack of papers Um, does anyone know if the President needs these forms by today or...?

sits silently in the corner, carefully sipping from a cup of tea, her phone lighting up on her lap.