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"(Name)! (Name)!" Sho called out, floating around their bed excitedly. "You're getting a call! You gotta answer it!"
"Who is it?" (Name) whines, covering their eyes with their arm.
"Dazai-san," Kyoko replies, looking over their shoulder.
"... I know exactly what he's gonna say," (Name) sighs, reaching over to grab their phone and place it beside their ear. "Good morning, Dazai-san."
"Good morning!" The brunette greets from the other side.
"What are you trying to attempt today?"
"Straight to the point as usual, (Name)-chan," Dazai chuckles, seeming to shake his head in response. "I've heard that if I get stuck in an oil drum, I can commit suicide."
"I see," (Name) sighs once more, tossing the covers off of their body. "And... I'm assuming you've already gotten stuck?"
"You know me so well, (Name)-chan!"
"Unfortunately... and do you know that it would take you a long time to die if you're stuck in the drum with no injury?"
"...I realize that now."
"And you expect me to get you out of it?"
"..."
"Just call Nakajima-san. It'll be a good experience for him."
"Good idea, (Name)-chan!" Dazai gasps before abruptly ending the call. (Name) shakes their head before tossing their phone back to its spot, sitting up in their bed.
"Here's your breakfast, (Name)!" Sho cheers, excitedly handing the bowl over. He floats over to the door, motioning towards the hanging coat and hat. "Eat up so we can get to work!"
"Thank you, Sho," (Name) hums quietly.
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"Good morning," (Name) greets, closing the door behind them. They shoved their hands into their pockets and walked down the stairs, standing next to a frustrated Atsushi.
"Good morning, (L/Name)-san," Atsushi greets, wiping the dust from his palms.
"You should have listened to my advice, Dazai-san," (Name) continues, looking over at the brunette that had been shoved to the ground in a barrel.
"Yeah, yeah," Dazai grumbles as he stretches out his joints.
"I told you that wouldn't be a delightful experience. If you're serious, you should've chosen a quicker method."
"Why are you encouraging him?!" Atsushi exclaims, prompting (Name) to simply shrug.
"That was painful," Dazai groans, placing his hands on his hips. Atsushi takes a seat beside the brunette on the barrel while (Name) stands in front of them. "I owe you one, Atsushi-kun. Without you, I would've snapped in two at the waist."
