[Oh my Atsushi, what a vivid imagination you have.

The wording of that suggestion may or may not have been intentional. Not that Dazai could complain about seeing the entertaining results.

Snickering, he stood up, fished his keys from his pocket, and finally got into his room.]

You can show yourself now.

[He'd retrieve an unopened roll of bandages and a set of clothing from his room: a dark pinstriped shirt and gray trousers. The set, he'd toss to Bedivere before jerking his thumb to a door on the left.]

Bathroom's over there. You might want to take off the metal plating out here, the space is too cramped for it.