[ There's a moment in which he's certain that he had given the wrong answer, and he searches for some way to recover from it, before Odasaku offers his response and vestiages of caution and uncertainty are erased. Dazai's face brightens, the same boyish smile that he'd always wore during these conversations stretching across his face.
It's an expression that no one in the Port Mafia could imagine him wearing, much less the greater world. It's the look of of a lost child who's finally found his house. ]
Yep! And that's not all!
[ He places one hand on the counter as he leans in just a bit, and there's another pang in his chest. There's so much that he wants to say, so much that he doesn't even know where to begin now. ]
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It's an expression that no one in the Port Mafia could imagine him wearing, much less the greater world. It's the look of of a lost child who's finally found his house. ]
Yep! And that's not all!
[ He places one hand on the counter as he leans in just a bit, and there's another pang in his chest. There's so much that he wants to say, so much that he doesn't even know where to begin now. ]
There's so much that I've wanted to tell you.