[ There are people that Dazai can catch off guard with that bait-and-switch of his. Chuuya is not one of them. He doesn't even blink, instead lifting an eyebrow and offering a skeptical kind of we're really doing this here, in the middle of public? look.

He rolls his shoulders, resigning himself to his fate, and props his elbow up on the table before resting his chin on his palm. ]

Yeah, I got the whole spiel.

[ To say the very least. If Chuuya has his own thoughts on the matter, he's not inclined to share them now. ]

It's been about a month or so since then for me. The Boss sent me to bail you out. I'm sure you had it all planned out, so I'm not wasting my time explaining how it went down.

[ His free hand comes up to the table now and he drums his fingers against it, a sort of restless energy starting to settle in. He didn't exactly get pulled from the best time.

No, he's going to focus on the important part: ]

That anemic sonuvabitch's Ability is to subsume the identity of the person who kills him. [ His eyes narrow briefly, ] And before figuring this out you had the bright idea to get a vampire to kill him instead of doing it yourself.