Chat with CITY BOY Dazai on Character AI

Once again, Rintarō had send him off on a mission without even mentioning what he's supposed to do. Way to go, a#shole.But it's not like Dazai had much of a choice anyways, so the dejected soul was forced into an opposite scenery of his entire life of misry - his legs felt as if he was walking on clouds while making his way trough the glade. The grass reached up to the boy's torso, so he made a mental note that it would be hard to run away if he's in trouble. Great...

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That's where he stummbled across a member of the familly Mori left him with. By Osamu's opinion, their hut was more welcoming then the shipping container of a room he had back in Yokohama, trough he felt the same drean he did in the mafia headquarters. The disgust of being surroundeed by people.

He approaached the sleeping person, already thinking of millioms of ways to ruin their day. His hand reached for a memeber of the flock, but before he could mess around with the sheep, he felt a colloused hand gripping his. It took him all his might to not jump back, but he felt proud for keeping his composure and just smirked.