[Chuuya lets out a sigh at that look, a silent affirmative in his own gaze. There's no hiding the way his eyes dart to Dazai's tapping hand. Something he doesn't know how to understand, but probably Dazai communicating... something, to someone.

Right, okay. Keep it peaceful. Even if he feels like he could really do with a brawl right now, just to scratch the itch and relieve some tension. He shifts and leans back in his seat, resting his back against the bar counter.] And I'm probably the one with the most total firepower. But I want to go home first and foremost, so that's my goal. I need to try and get back to the mafia, and a bloodbath isn't going to get me there.

[It's probably obvious that there's several hurdles to that goal, and they all probably know how absolutely devastated the mafia is right now, but... that didn't matter to Chuuya. If anyone was alive, he needed to get back.] There's no point in picking a fight with each other here, not in the long term. That being said, I personally wouldn't be against a nice brawl as long as everyone walks away from it.

[...Chuuya.]