[ Chuuya is a little weirded out the this impulse he has to help people out. He's never been a hugely anti-social sort of guy, but he's never the good Samaritan type, either. The urge to wander around helping people lost in the fog is not a normal one. But he can't really find a reason to ignore it, so he doesn't. Instead he wanders, restless and annoyed by what he perceives as a lack of progress.
Figures something interesting would happen when he finally reached the bridge.
Chuuya slows as he sees the figure at the ledge, and strains to listen when the figure speaks. He steadily draws closer the whole time - and then recognition clicks into place. ]
Dazai--
[ Of course, that's right when Dazai steps off the bridge, which is really just like him. Chuuya rushes forward, throwing himself against but not over the railing. ]
( ghost )
Figures something interesting would happen when he finally reached the bridge.
Chuuya slows as he sees the figure at the ledge, and strains to listen when the figure speaks. He steadily draws closer the whole time - and then recognition clicks into place. ]
Dazai--
[ Of course, that's right when Dazai steps off the bridge, which is really just like him. Chuuya rushes forward, throwing himself against but not over the railing. ]
Dazai, you stupid bastard!