Thread:UndertaleTrashowo/@comment-39375566-20190623032232/@comment-39375566-20190626232753

Dazai pushed open a creaking door, as he ushered Atsushi into his room. On the wooden floor there were cigarette packs and used bloody bandages strewn all over. The bed was unmade, the walls were full of holes, ropes dangling from the ceiling. There was a slightly crooked stack of books on a dressed, along with a pair of black headphones. Dazai's clothes and undergarments were shoved into a rather sorry excuse of a closet, which looked as if it would fall apart at any moment. As Dazai rumaged through his dresser for his nail polish he muttered, teeth still clenched upon a cigarette "After i get the nail polish I'll need to change my bandages."