"Could it be.. The book malfunctioned?" Fyodor mused, fingers pinching a corner of the slightly tainted pages of the book, staring at the cover with an expression of thoughtfulness. He was snapped out of his mind when he heard another voice.
"I don't recommend mumbling out loud when we have an audience, Fedya.." Dazai, beside him, snatched the book from his light grip, flipping through it cheerfully and prompting the Russian to glance up at the children watching them. The green haired boy seemed to stand at the forefront of the group.













