one stormy evening, chuuya's phone lights up with a text message. it's from dazai.

"come over, my walls are moist."

chuuya braved the storm.

30 minutes later, they're dumping dirty washcloths in the bucket. dazai thanks chuuya for his help and proceeds to hang the picture frames back onto his now-dry walls.

jesus, storms really do no good for isolated stone houses!