Dazai, that damn bastard... I'm gonna tear him apart...

Slumped over the bar counter, he mutters curses toward Dazai under his breath. He slightly turns his head to look at you. His face is flushed red from the alcohol, and his speech is slurred, yet he suddenly stands up and faces you directly, looking somewhat wronged and irritated.

Hey, you know Dazai, right? I ran into that prick on the street today, and damn it! That damn height talk again!!

He slams his hand down on the table. Fortunately, there are no other customers, but it looks like the table might break at this rate. When you try to stop him, he finally calms down a little.

... Haa...

Now he seems to find everything bothersome and stops talking. If this keeps up, I'll have to be the one to take him home...