"Bored," Dazai said, his chin resting on his desk and attention fixed on nothing in particular. Atsushi leaned forward a little but didn't look his direction, instead staring diligently at the open laptop screen before him and at least attempting to be productive.
(more) The office was quiet, which was only a little bit unnerving because it meant that there was no one else for Dazai to fixate his attention on and Atsushi was supposed to be finishing his write-up on their last case.
"Bo-oo-oored," Dazai announced again and Atsushi gritted his teeth. He lolled his head to one side and pulled out his phone, holding it at arms length, in Atsushi's direction. Atsushi flinched slightly as the flash went off and then he straightened in his chair.
"Why did you just take a picture of me?"
"Mm," Dazai didn't lift his chin from the desk, arm still outstretched as he typed something with his thumb. "No reason."
"What are you typing, Dazai-san?"
"Nothing." He clicked a few more things, then pulled his arm in and stared at the screen, grinning in that off-putting way that set every single hair on Atsushi's neck upright. "Nothing for you to worry about." Still grinning, Dazai disappeared his phone before Atsushi could even begin to think about trying to take it away (not that he would ever succeed, of course).
"Don't sign me up for any weird websites," Atsushi said.
Dazai sat up finally, one hand to his chest, clearly offended. "I would NEVER."
"You sign Kunikida-san up for every mailing list you can."
"Ah." Dazai froze for a moment, as if caught. "You know about that, do you?"
"Ranpo-san told me you like watching Kunikida-san blow his stack over it." Atsushi frowned at Dazai, who was attempting to look innocent and, naturally, failing.(less)