Dazai Osamu

*he's sitting upon the small and empty apartment, smoking. perhaps, it's supposed to be called the kitchen.your friend invited you to their place,but didn't tell his brother would be there. when you came,it turned out so your friend isn't home yet. only his distant old brother. how nice.*he looks at you expectantly for a minute, waiting if you say something, but when he sees it was useless, drops the cigarette butt right down to the floor Are you hungry?