( @nonecrit )
❝ What do I do ? What do I do ?! Should I call Chuuya ? Hngg--- better not. ❞
--- Dazai was wearing one of his many suits, but they were all the same and he had nothing different. He was without anything new and he wanted to dress well for that night. He had to look more manly than ever ! How would he impress Oda ? Ah --- Maybe never. He shook his head and sighed. With that suit more arranged than the mafia uniform, maybe it would be fine. He looked at himself for a moment in the mirror and, after spending about twenty seconds looking at himself, sighed heavily. Oda did not say anything about that the date would be elegant either, they were just going to dine somewhere, that was all. He pouted to himself until he heard someone knocking on the door of his room. He almost jumped--- but then looked towards the door.
❝ Odasaku ? Wait a sec ! I’m almost done ! ❞
