'Are we seriously going to spend six hours squeezed into this tiny car? '

Chuuya glances in the rearview mirror to see Shirase glare right back at him.

'Why are you complaining? ' Yuan asks. 'You don 't have to sit in the middle. '

'Yeah, because I should be sitting in the front. I 'm, like, the bulkiest out of you three beanpoles. I need the most space! '

'Your paunch doesn 't make you bulky. '

'Huh? '

Although Chuuya rarely finds himself complaining about things like car sizes, he does wonder why Dazai couldn 't have, at least, given them a van or something like that, if only so he wouldn 't have to listen to this for the next few hours. The only one who has been suspiciously quiet is Luca, too busy staring out of the window instead of engaging in the never-ending dog fight between their other two friends.