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“-sushi!”
“G-gahh! Dazai-san?”
“Yep, it is I, dear Atsushi! Anywho, I think you should get that bandaged.”
“Get what bandaged?” Atsushi asks, confused.
“Your arm!”
Atsushi looks at his left arm, which is, at the moment, currently bleeding. Quite a bit, actually now that he thinks about it.
“You don’t remember, do you?” Dazai-san asks.
“Uhh…not really.”
“Well! Our little ability user who is in police custody right now, slashed your arm with very sharp blade! Don’t fret, I have just the right amount of knowledge to help you out!”
“O-okay..? Are you sure you can help..?”
”Well, of course!”
Dazai takes Atsushi’s arm and rolls up his bloody sleeve. Working with what he has in his beige coat pocket, he produces a needle and some antiseptic wipes. Cleaning both the needle and Atsushi’s arm, he started to poor a small pocket bottle of alcohol on his wound. Wiping his arm, he slowly sticks the needle into his arm
“Now, now, Atsushi! No need to worry, I’ve done this plenty before!”
“R-right..”
Dazai stitches his arm up…actually, really well.
“Dazai-san?”
“Hmm?”
“How did you know how to do that?”
“Well…a magician never tells his secrets!”
“…you’re not a magician.”