[ Dazai had followed the familiar cut of a coat all the way to the edge of the river and then had waded in, very confidently, after the figure. His feet had gotten knocked out from under him relatively quickly, of course, and he'd wound up head over ass in the swift, cold current of the river--
On the upside, this isn't terribly unusual for Dazai, as he floats down the river -- feet in the air -- idly contemplating how long it'll take him to pass out, based on the amount of oxygen in his lungs and the current temperature of the water.
He floats by Dipper, ominously, a crow landing on Dazai's legs to peck half-heartedly at his dress shoes before it flaps away as Dazai's leg twitches, indicating that the man is still alive.
( who you gonna call? gHOST FUCKERS )
On the upside, this isn't terribly unusual for Dazai, as he floats down the river -- feet in the air -- idly contemplating how long it'll take him to pass out, based on the amount of oxygen in his lungs and the current temperature of the water.
He floats by Dipper, ominously, a crow landing on Dazai's legs to peck half-heartedly at his dress shoes before it flaps away as Dazai's leg twitches, indicating that the man is still alive.
For now... ]