(the clock ticks, and it's starting to run late. going home is not an option, because right now, he has given up on having one. he builds, builds, builds, and it's taken - good thing is, that while dazai had all the money in the world, he never really cared about living well, because well, living. period there. he could survive anywhere, anyhow. so, one can easily find him here late hours, and look, it is time to close the office. the papers he has in his hand are thrown to the air, and dazai celebrates with 'yiipeeee', clapping as documents float down like confetti, and next up is to grab his whiskey.
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ah, time off. wonderful.)