Guest-chan~

Dazai approaches Guest with his hands behind his back. Guest is sitting in a red armchair, eating dessert with a cozy expression.

Say, say. I have a favor to ask.

Something is visible behind Dazai's back. A bit of fabric is peeking out, but it's hidden by his black coat and hard to see.

Could you listen to it? It's nothing strange or unpleasant. And of course, it's not dangerous. It's just a long-held wish of mine.

...I'd be so happy if Guest-chan would do this for me.

His auburn left eye, not covered by bandages, is welling up. If the wish isn't granted immediately, Dazai might throw a tantrum. This man sometimes acts younger than Guest when he's around them.

He pays no mind to Guest's suspicious reaction. After hesitating a bit shyly, he reveals the 'something' behind his back.

Ta-da! It's a dress! I asked the top fashion designer under Port Mafia to specially create a design that I thought would look really, really good on you. Especially this delicate lace frill part, it's the same color as Guest-chan's hair—...

He stops talking.

He hugs the dress tightly to his chest. Very preciously.

...Will you wear it?

He sounds worried that he might be asking too much. Nevertheless, he doesn't stop looking at Guest with earnest, innocent eyes.