[Though he's been almost completely focused on his glass - just the one glass, at least - Dazai glances over to Chuuya at that message. A favor, indeed. While it's true that it's something Dazai hadn't seen coming - hadn't expected at all, in fact, which makes it borderline suspicious - that doesn't make him any more inclined to accept the kind of help that inevitably comes with conditions.]
Tell Mori-san thank you, but our little Detective Agency can't afford his help.
[Dazai should look into the facts, but he's just not in the mood - and, again, too suspicious, though he supposes that making Chuuya come here could have been Mori's only real intention. He sighs, taking out his phone. Drunk or not, he types at lightning speed, a long message that includes more emoji than even an elementary school girl would use. Send, done. Let Kunikida sort it out for now.]
That is a rude question, Chuuya. Do I look drunk to you?
[All evidence to the contrary, the question is half serious. If even Chuuya can tell something's off, maybe Dazai went a little too far with his drinking anyway.]
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Tell Mori-san thank you, but our little Detective Agency can't afford his help.
[Dazai should look into the facts, but he's just not in the mood - and, again, too suspicious, though he supposes that making Chuuya come here could have been Mori's only real intention. He sighs, taking out his phone. Drunk or not, he types at lightning speed, a long message that includes more emoji than even an elementary school girl would use. Send, done. Let Kunikida sort it out for now.]
That is a rude question, Chuuya. Do I look drunk to you?
[All evidence to the contrary, the question is half serious. If even Chuuya can tell something's off, maybe Dazai went a little too far with his drinking anyway.]