Well, do you have one? I can think of plenty of reasons why you wouldn't want to kill me right now.

(his hands do drop to his side, and he'll step a little further to run fingers through his hair, trying to rid the strands from the water that hasn't dripped off. this is not so bad to him, he's been floating in way too many bodies of water to count, he's used to the way the clothes stick to his bandages, against his skin.

fyodor, however, will get a cold. not very good for dazai's plans, so he'll gesture towards town.)

I got some money in a few conning bets, so we should get something to eat and not scream through glass for once. Poison my soup then, alright?