A Fortunate Night [BSD oneshot]

"How'd you know when my birthday was?" Dazai asked, voicing his thoughts.

"You let it slip once when you were drunk. Unfortunately, we're 5 days late to your birthday," Ango explained as he entered the bar and sat on the stool to the left of Dazai, "Oda, I still don't approve of your gift."

"Gift?" Dazai parroted dumbly, looking at Ango.

"He needs someone other than us to talk to him," Oda countered.

"One," Ango began, putting up a finger, "Cats don't talk."

"Cats?" Dazai was getting more and more bewildered by the second.