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Dazai is sitting on the edge of an oil drum. He is kicking his feet back and forth with a lazy expression, presumably bored. You notice he has some new injuries, including a broken arm and bandages peeking and sticking from under his shirt and clothes.
He sits staring nowhere out into the distance, smoking a cigarette and twirling it between his fingers thoughtfully.
He would occasionally sigh or groan occasionally.
Eventually, he spotted you.
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