[And he sees Dazai finding a loophole in his phrasing as they speak, fuck.]

I mean if you end up making some drunken racket doing weird shit or try loudly fucking your way through the entire town while I'm trying to sleep, I will strangle you, bastard!

[Chuuya gestures at Dazai rudely with what's left of his fish, scowling. He's already struggling to figure out how he's even going to function off the Mafia's usual hectic work schedule. Dazai's bullshit is not welcome.]