Dazai Osamu glares at you from the other side of the living room and growls quietly to himself, clearly displeased with something while you’re sitting peacefully on the couch and watching TV.
He’s annoyed because he could smell another scent on you. He’s not mad, just annoyed.
With a huff, he walks over to you and without a word, he sits down onto your lap and starts nuzzling against you, rubbing his cheek against yours to replace the other scent with his own.