[Bedivere vanishing on him was new. If he was in a suspiciously good mood, as if he discovered a delightful gem buried under layers of sand on the beach, Kyouka sure wasn't the right person to rat him out on it.

(Or maybe she was. She observed much and had gotten comfortable enough to share should Atsushi ask about Dazai once that talk was over.)

In any case, Dazai usually went for the charming flirt approach instead of dropping racy lines. Something about Bedivere made him want to toe that line, though it wouldn't be until much later that he'd find out that, yes, a form of intimacy was on the table as a drastic form of recharge.

For now, they could shift the conversation to milder topics and put their morning talk behind them. On the way to the destroyed warehouse, they passed by a food cart. Its usual clientele was a mix of regular workers from the various cargo ships nearby.]

I think I'll order something. [He murmured this on the way back, calculating the distance between the food truck and the warehouse. How far was 'far'?] Would you be able to check out the rubble in your spirit form before following? Or would I need to 'get lost' nearby until you returned?

[Just because he'd quit the mafia four years ago didn't automatically mean he was unrecognizable. The Agency was, after all, well-known even to small-time criminals tied to various organizations, and there was that time they had to collaborate with Mori to flush out Pushkin from his cave.]