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ou killed a troll? Congratulations! But please try not to have too much fun while you 're away, Dazai. When you come home there won 't be any beasts to kill for you to keep occupied. I hope mafia traitors will suffice. You would look so adorable breaking someone 's fingers while wearing that red dress ' '

Dazai crumbled up the letter and stuffed it into his bookbag. Every 'i ' dotted with a heart, the complementary doodles by Elise, the faint odor of sweets and antiseptic sticking to the ink... these letters never got any easier to read. The dismissive tone alone was enough to curl Dazai 's lip to his nose in disgust.

Across the table, Ron watched him cautiously. '...bad news? '

'Mori 's just being useless as always. '

'Right... '

The only good thing to come from Mori 's latest missive was the hastily scrawled, '

Please control your owl. '