[It flustered her more, but she was sure the compliments were an apology of sorts. She would just go about her day after that with an interesting story to tell.
The woman following Dazai wasn't trying to be obvious, but she really, really stuck out in Yokohama. Bright blonde hair, a height a few inches taller than most women (thanks both to her European genetics and her high heels), and she was dressed in pinks and reds. It was hard not to notice her, even if she wasn't trying to be noticed. So yes, Dazai would see her in those mirrors.
To the shopping district, then? Bedivere hadn't noticed anything unusual yet, but a tall blonde woman wasn't quite as strange to him as it would be in Japan.]
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The woman following Dazai wasn't trying to be obvious, but she really, really stuck out in Yokohama. Bright blonde hair, a height a few inches taller than most women (thanks both to her European genetics and her high heels), and she was dressed in pinks and reds. It was hard not to notice her, even if she wasn't trying to be noticed. So yes, Dazai would see her in those mirrors.
To the shopping district, then? Bedivere hadn't noticed anything unusual yet, but a tall blonde woman wasn't quite as strange to him as it would be in Japan.]