[ Anyone less observant wouldn't catch the subtle sign of discomfort as Yukina's mouth catches in a frown. But nothing about Dazai has ever been allowed to be 'less'. A hard life learning even harder lessons meant his survival often hinged on these split-second observations.

And though it's such a little thing, something about his traveling companion makes Dazai feel inclined to muffle the blow of hurt she feels over those who've departed this life. And in his experience of many unseen wounds and deep-seated pains, Dazai knows a distraction is the best way to sidetrack an aching heart. So he balances every syllable of her name, each hovering on the tip of his tongue in a sing-song tone. It's as if he's trying to discern some profound secret within the word, simply by means of letting each bell-like note linger a touch longer. ]

Yu~ki~na-chan, is it? [ A hum of thought. ] I bet you use the kanji for snow and not endure, right?

[ While he can't know for certain without seeing it written, there's a reason Dazai spent his recent years as a detective. ]

A name that makes people think of the peaceful falling snow... How pretty.

[ Speaking of things falling from the sky, Dazai's gaze drifts to the heavens, watching the darkening clouds with a wary eye. The first drops of rain prove his suspicions of a downpour right. And not a moment later he's draping his beige trench-coat over Yukina's head like a makeshift umbrella. ]

This should keep you dry. [ He smiles. ] I wouldn't want to risk a snow angel melting in the rain!