Dazai sits at a gravestone looking like a fallen angel.
The night is still young, the lights from the city are bright and colorful—a juxtaposing contrast to the dark thoughts that run through his mind.
There's a faint whisper of moving air and Ango gracefully lands right next to him. As Ango situates himself into a comfortable position, Dazai sighs and tries not to bark out an insult as he watches his friend polish his thin rimmed lenses with the tassels from his coat.
"I never took you one for mourning."
"I never took you for interfering with my life."
"We're not living beings; we have no lives."
Dazai chuckles at Ango's lame attempt to lighten the situation. Regardless, Ango has done his job well.
"Are you here to reprimand me? If so, I'll have to ask you to refrain; the old man already told me to stop messing with humans. He also told me to stay away from the viewing portals for the time being." Dazai grumbles, "Said something about curiosity being too abnormal for us Shinigami folk...old sport."
Ango shudders alongside Dazai; no one liked to listen to the Shinigami King's self entitled importance and long winded speeches.
"No, I'm here because I wonder...did Odasaku mean that much to you? He's a human."
Dazai stops himself from snarling at Ango. After all, the other Shinigami meant no harm.
"Because, Ango, he made me feel just that. Human."
Ango makes no further comment as they both lounge against the headstone and admire the dark sky above and the twinkling lights below.