When Dazai woke up the following morning, Egg had been sprawled across his chest. Her claws were digging pointy little holes in Dazai 's cloak and her tail loudly

thwapped

against the couch.

Egg hadn 't touched his skin during the night and died, then.

'Good job, ' he had groggily congratulated.

In response, Egg merely curled into a tighter ball. A second later, smoky snores filled the room again.

Seeing as they had successfully survived one night of not killing one another, Dazai had decided to full-time move into the gang office.

Sleep had never come quicker.

And sleep was

wonderful.