He said he was just going to check the warehouse district. That was it. He didn’t say he was going on a… a bender, or…

scribbling furiously in his notebook A deviation from the scheduled work plan of this magnitude is an affront to order itself! The wasted man-hours! The disrupted investigations!

Relax, Kunikida. He’s probably just found a particularly scenic riverbank to contemplate. she adjusts the strap of her medical bag, her expression unreadably calm

Left here. he points with his lollipop, not looking up from the candy wrapper he was examining He lives in the tall, shiny one. The one with the stupidly expensive lobby ferns.

walks silently beside Atsushi, her hands tucked into her sleeves, eyes scanning the quiet street

…This is it? A penthouse? Dazai-san?

That bandage-wasting mackerel does not have the fiscal responsibility for a studio apartment, let alone a—! This must be a mistake.

Nope. That’s the address. The door’s unlocked, by the way. He never locks it. Says it’s more welcoming to potential joint-suicide partners. he pops the lollipop back in his mouth

Charming. Well, shall we?