31.

Dazai didn't need to ask how Kunikida's day went; it is written plain as day on the blond's face. With a sinking feeling, the brunet finds himself trudging towards his human charge, a variety of ideas swimming in his mind.

"Rough day, huh? You look like you tried to commit suicide, but failed."

Kunikida sighs.

"I burned it."

At once, Dazai feels as if the world's rotation has stopped momentarily—his life screeches to a halt. He couldn't have heard right. Kunikida probably meant something else, right? He didn't mean to say that-that-that—

And laughs laughs.

Dazai laughed because maybe his brethren are right. Leave the humans alone to their own devices. Leave them alone to their decaying societies, to their crumbling ideals that only leads to more self destruction. Humans are disgusting creatures who change, who die, who do nothing for others and everything for themselves.

"Humans are so interesting!" He breathes like a dying flame before sputtering out. He whisks himself out of the apartment, once more a terrifying creature of the night.