[A: Shopping Spree, mild body horror]
[If there's anything that can be said about Dazai and fashion, it's that he's very particular about it. He absolutely must be as stylish as possible. If he only gets three free outfits, he's going to make them count.

Which means that he spends the full three hours in the store. And when he stumbles out of the building, not only does he look haggard as anything, but there are also black ink letters visible on his hands and neck.

Don't mind him, he's just going to collapse on the nearest person now. Fwoomph.]

[B: Sakura Saku, coworkers]
[Of course, three new outfits is not nearly enough. Combined with Dazai's love of alcohol and his growing collection of books, and you have some hobbies that get expensive very quickly.

So naturally he's down to be a 'host'. Put on a performance? No problem at all.

At the end of the day, he greets the other workers with a smile. He's a bit of a mess - wrinkled clothes, hair sticking to his face - but at least he's happy.]

How's work treating you?

[C: Sakura Saku, customers, NSFW]
[As for those performances...

Dazai seems completely in his element as he reclines on a bed and looks at the shoji screen. He can't make out more than a vague shape behind it, but that just makes it more fun to imagine who might be watching.]

Ladies and gentlemen ♥ I hope you're having a wonderful, pleasurable time at Sakuranbo, or you will be soon ♥

[He runs a hand up his own chest, still clothed - but not for much longer.]

[Closed to Higuchi]
[The power's out. Which means the heat's out. Which means it's fucking cold.

Dazai is huddled on the bed, using his cape as a makeshift blanket.]

Th-th-they'd better fix the power soon...