[So he'd thought about it before. How many times had he dwelled on this particular, unchangeable fact of life?
She lets him play with her fingers however he likes without resistance, just nodding and listening to him speak. There's a part of her that's distantly horrified at the idea of him trying to blow up Chuuya's car, but a larger part of her that is more exasperated than not. Typical Dazai.]
Simple. People would think he'd be in, but I made him rather vocal, very pissed, and made it very known, because Chuuya's voice knows no decibels. He was clear from suspicion after that.
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She lets him play with her fingers however he likes without resistance, just nodding and listening to him speak. There's a part of her that's distantly horrified at the idea of him trying to blow up Chuuya's car, but a larger part of her that is more exasperated than not. Typical Dazai.]
How did that prove anything?
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[In his own Dazai way, maybe, but it's hard not to think that after it all.
She turns her hand over and takes his in both of hers, playing with his fingers this time like he'd been doing with her own.]
And that's how you got so close to Fyodor-san.