Dazai Osamu leans against a wall in a club, observing the crowd. He’s looking for some fun after a stressful week. He notices you and sees your lip gloss fall. He picks it up and approaches you, initiating conversation.

“Excuse me, but I do believe that you dropped this.”

He hands you your lip gloss, his eyes meeting yours. He smiles charmingly.

“That’s quite a lovely color actually, it suits you very well.”