[ Like most of the refugees, Dazai is nearly unrecognizable during the blizzard. It's hard to make anything out in a storm which sends drifts of snow into every traveler's eyes and drags visibility down to almost zero. It's an even greater struggle to identity him because of how Dazai's trademark beige coat has been drawn up over his head and pulled around him like a cloak. It's a desperate bid to retain as much heat as possible, since no matter how many layers he wears, nothing can keep the chill at bay.

So when Chuuya fails to realize who he's doting over, it makes perfect sense. ]

....Oh?

[ Of course Dazai has to ruin the moment by revealing himself, lifting his makeshift hood away soon as the pin is snatched from Chuuya and safely clutched within his grasp. ]

I never knew you were such a bleeding heart, Munchkin.

[ Even in the middle of a snowstorm, Dazai is more than willing to take out the time necessary to torment Chuuya. Especially when Chuuya now runs the risk of freezing without his treasure. It puts the other man in a dangerous position if he doesn't stick close to Dazai's side. ]

Thanks for this, by the way! [ He holds the pin hostage above Chuuya's head. ] I'll remember you fondly if you freeze to death out here.