I'm saying your container wasn't conducive to plant life, let alone human. [Sorry Dazai but he is not going to hold back on his opinions here, beloved shipping container or no. He follows Dazai into the tavern at a sedate pace, letting the man lead.] What'd Oda drink, anyway?
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(it was for NO ONE'S LUNGS REGARDLESS OF SIZE.
there's solely a single drag, so he finishes the cigarette to enter the tavern.)
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(a joke, certainly, before he finds a sit and stretches thin arms over his head.)
Coffee-based drinks, sometimes we would drink whiskey. Myself, Odasaku and... Ango.
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[more likely Dazai lived there because of it, than the opposite. Chuuya takes a seat next to Dazai, flagging down the bartender as he does.]
Don’t know if they have coffee based here. Whiskey then?
[He’ll look to dazai for confirmation before ordering, though he snorts at the mention of ango.] right, you hung out with doc glasses back then.
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(since, well, he had that too when the trio got together. good times before it all went to complete and absolute shit.)
Yeah. Before, you know! He turned out! To be! Ango.