[ This is how Chuuya must have felt every day... running around while Dazai sort of. Languidly noodled along. Good thing Atsushi isn't a complete infant like Chuuya.

He hops up onto the carcass of what was probably a dresser at one point, teeters on the half-rotten books piled high on its peeling surface to look up. ]

Well, I was told not to do anything to make the Agency look bad. I'm just doing the best I can...! [ But he's more happy for that point of approval than he knows, files it into the back of his mind as "things to keep me going". ] —That reminds me, Dazai-san. I guess you're not the combative type, huh...?

[ Should he be concerned... far be it for him to assume that Dazai is weak, but still!! ]