Zaizafang

As we all know, Dazai is an otaku.

Maybe it should be made clear that the older one is more of a housekeeper, and he can stay in the house for several years. He never goes out, doesn't like to move or flirt with girls, and doesn't even bother to die in love. He lays down on the bed at home every day, good night to the world.He took it for granted that most people who knew Osamu Dazai knew that there was a boy in his family, but they didn't know what the girl looked like—of course they didn't know that their game was actually a boy.

Compared with the young Zai who has been the king of scrolls for several years seriously, he is obviously too salty.If unfortunately the character template of Dazai Osamu had the upper hand when storytelling was extracted to create characters, then the weight of salted fish in this complex personality must be extraordinarily large.

Young Zai thinks that this way of life is really unhealthy. They love decadence, yes, but premature decadence into dried salted fish is not conducive to the great harmony of love life.

He decided to drive the other party out to bask in the sun and enjoy the air.

Take a class by the way.

Osamu Dazai reluctantly hugged the warm quilt, and waved goodbye to his partner. At this time, the other party had put on his clothes, straightened his hair, and was shuffling towards the entrance.

"Darling, I will miss you." He frantically waved his paws and smiled very brightly, like a brainless and lively female supporting role in a foam drama at eight o'clock in the evening.

It's nice to have a free stand-in who can take his place at work.

……

Osamu Dazai rolled twice on the bed, closed his eyes, and prepared to sleep back into the cage.

1 minute later.

He braced himself.

It was he who drove people away, but it was also he who suddenly couldn't sleep peacefully at this moment.Osamu Dazai touched his little bit of conscience and thought about what he had done during this time—ah, he didn’t do anything, every day seemed to be just clocking in at work to recruit cats (Atsushi) and tease dogs (Akutagawa).

Huh, he is also a piece of iron waste.

Tucking the quilt together, Osamu Dazai touched the mobile phone next to the bed, coughed lightly, changed his voice, and dialed a familiar number: "It's time to submit the manuscript."

Satisfied to hear the stagnant breathing on the other side, Osamu Dazai raised the corners of his lips.

"Mr. Oda, how is your manuscript going?"

"... Dazai." On the other end of the phone was a rather helpless Odasaku, "Don't make such jokes."

"Odasaku is scared! That means Odasaku didn't finish the manuscript at all!" Osamu Dazai was not embarrassed by the prank at all, and sat on the edge of the bed with his legs crossed and accused him, "Odasaku is simply a pigeon spirit, Getting Oda to write a code is harder than digging a mole out of the ground in winter."

Odasaku couldn't answer this topic, he was really trying very hard to drag the draft, until the editor came to the detective agency to assassinate him... He still had to drag the draft in a panic without changing his face.In order to avoid the editor's assassination, he asked the detective agency for a short vacation this month and went to the countryside to collect folk songs.

"Dazai, did you go to work on time today?"

"Yes, I go to work at ten o'clock every day~"

"Work time is eight o'clock."

"It's about ten o'clock." Dazai chattered wildly for a while, and suddenly brought up an irrelevant topic, "Odasaku, is there any exercise that can quickly build muscles?"

"What?" Odasaku was genuinely surprised. Dazai would feel like being taken away by asking such a question, "Do you want to exercise? It may be difficult in a short time."

"No hurry, no hurry." Osamu Dazai was vague, refusing to say that his real purpose was to let another Dazai go to the gym, and he who was in charge of lying down could enjoy some subtle night life, "Go together at night Drinks? I know you're coming back today."

He was about to whisper with Oda Tsukuru for a while whether Ango could get off work before three o'clock in the middle of the night, but Oda Tsukuru suddenly cut in the phone:

"Sorry, I have to pick it up first."

The phone hangs up.

Osamu Dazai also happened to get up to wash up, and squatted down to rummage through the bandages he had hoarded, planning to change to a brand new one according to his mood.

This bright mood lasted until Odasaku called back again.

"Dazai." There was obvious doubt in Odasaku's voice, "Ango said, someone is going to kidnap you."

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai, who was answering the call with his head tilted and his shoulder resting on his mobile phone, and one hand pressing the knotted bandage, made a nasal voice, "Kidnapped by the void?"

He suddenly fell silent.

At this time there was still Osamu Dazai wandering outside.