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Dazai has a very limited amount of people that he feels comfortable talking to.
Chuuya is one. Bickering with the fiery redhead is easy, almost relaxed. Dazai knows what to expect from Chuuya, and Chuuya knows what to expect, for the most part, from Dazai. They know each other inside and out, even now, as ex-partners.
Mori is the other.
While not easy to talk to (the opposite, really), he’s... familiar. Dazai has known Mori the longest.
(He’s one of the first people Dazai met, back, so, so long ago, when he was just another nameless street brat.)
He knows how the man thinks, because it’s how he, himself, thinks.
He knows his goals, his aims, and he knows how far he’ll go to reach them. In a way, there are no truly hidden agendas with Mori. For all that he is definitely all mafia black and cunning violet and a bloody, bloody red, Mori is simple, in Dazai’s mind.
For example, if Mori wants something done, then Dazai knows the many different ways he could do it, which one he will choose, and all the whys.
(Dazai has a very limited amount of people that he feels comfortable talking to. The amount of people he actually wants to talk to is even lower.
Odasaku was one of them.)
