(ok. this is getting out of hand. chuuya can yell at him for shit he's done, but not about shit he dreamed of. absolutely not.

so, both hands go to chuuya's cheek to refocus the man, so he stops yapping and looks at dazai, stop shaking him!!!)

Chuuya, I have no idea what you're talking about. Last I remember, Dostoevsky and I were in our cells, talking. I can't drown him from a glass box. I'm not that good.

(maybe????)