[  Oh Dazai, you mother hen. Yosano cackled while sauntering across the room. Safe to say, she was pissed. The patronising, arrogant clown baiting her into a fight. She wanted to, at the very least, cut off a finger or a hand.

And it was tempting.

So tempting in fact that everyone else had gotten a whiff of her bloodlust. Sigma had half stepped in front of her. Concern and worry etched on his face. ]

Oh my. Sigma, you don't need to worry.

[ She smiled innocently and glanced instead to Dazai with a look that said: Pour me a shot before I do kill him.

Yosano lightly stepped around Sigma's hand. The poor man, she must have given him a heart attack. And stopped only when she was a few paces from Dostesky. A sly sadistic smile on her face. ]

Reasonable? Please. Tell your clown to stop taunting me or I'll gladly cut out his tongue, hm?

[ As Dostesky was left relatively defenceless. Yosano threw her cleaver to the ground. Though, not without first sending a withering look at their intertwined hands. Tsk. How smitten. ]

Haah~ slowly skinning you alive Clown would make me the happiest woman alive.

[ She had leaned passed Dostoevsky to stare at Gogol with wide manic eyes. ]

However... I did promise Dazai not to lay a single hand on your pretty little face. A promise is a promise, hm?

[ She sighed, the treaty was no fun. She turned from Gogol like he didn't exist at all. Walking to the bar and taking a free seat next to Chuuya, away from the two terrorists. Rage barely contained under an elegant mask. ]