[Pulling his hands outside of his pockets, Scott uses them to help maneuver himself on top of the table, standing on it and looking at the statue with that same disgruntled feeling from before, but he also seems to be taking this seriously as well. Even if he's still dealing with various conflicting emotions, he... sort of wants to help Dazai out.
Not that he'll ever admit it out loud, especially right now, but whatever!!
He stares up at the ceiling in the mean time, noticing the markings on there.]
...How are there footsteps on the ceiling? [Also food stains?? At least that can sort of be explained by tossing food or something; it'd be weird to toss shoes in that direction.]
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Not that he'll ever admit it out loud, especially right now, but whatever!!
He stares up at the ceiling in the mean time, noticing the markings on there.]
...How are there footsteps on the ceiling? [Also food stains?? At least that can sort of be explained by tossing food or something; it'd be weird to toss shoes in that direction.]