[6] Eager Parrot

                                    

                                          
So... how did you find yourself in this position again?
Here you are, confined within the walls of a convenience store, patiently waiting for Dazai to satisfy his insatiable food cravings. You've been given your belongings back. Likely because they saw nothing peculiar or valuable about it. Neither would an organization as formidable as the Port Mafia would bother with pocket change and pencils.
According to Dazai, one cannot effectively torture people on an empty stomach. Thus, he graciously untied you and dragged you out of that dreary prison. He then walked you all the way here to a nearby convenience store for some breakfast. It was a small shop with chipped tiles and flickering lights. The exterior, adorned with colorful signs displaying various products, welcomes customers with everything they would need to get through with their day-to-day lives. 
As the two of you step inside, the hum of refrigerators and the gentle chime of the door announce your arrival. The space is compact, neatly organized, and filled with an array of snacks and drinks neatly stacked on shelves. The familiar scent of instant noodles, freshly brewed coffee, and sweet pastries wafts through the air. The cashier doesn't greet you. She merely looks up from her magazine to give you both a quick nod before continuing with her reading. Dazai gingerly leaves you at the entrance to peruse the aisles for the things he craves while singing his favorite song about death and suicide.
For a man accustomed to dealing with prisoners and hostages, Dazai appears oddly trusting as he busies himself within the tiny convenience store.  You're standing by the door of this poorly lit shop, his back is turned to you. He's busy tapping frozen goods against the freezer, assessing their hardness. The darkness outside suggests the perfect opportunity to run, disappear into the shadowy alleyways, and leave behind the enigmatic chaos that is Dazai. He wouldn't be able to catch you due to his little stunt yesterday. Dazai had a cast around his right leg and double the bandages all over his body. His ability to walk right now should even be considered a miracle. You could outrun him.
However, caution whispers louder than impulse. He might have a gun or worse, his subordinates could be strategically placed outside, ready to apprehend you should you attempt to escape. You know this Dazai, the executive of the Port Mafia, the worst version of himself you could ever meet. Anything you could think of has already been predicted and countered.
An idiot will run, and a genius will hide. You're neither. Cooperation seems the only plausible option right now.
"Heeeeeey! Do you guys have any bleach around here? I can't find it. " Dazai was at the counter, chatting with the employee.
"We don't have that here, sir..."
"Whaaaat!? How am I supposed to eat without a drink? That's horrible!" Dazai clutched his head with both hands as he looked up towards the ceiling with a miserable look on his face. He feigns his distress, acting as if serving bleach as a beverage was something normal, a necessity.
You're exhausted.
You gaze at the solitary can of crab meat on the counter, laid out by Dazai.
Now you're irked. Is this all that man eats? Even if he were a picky eater, the display fridge next to him already had a number of ready-to-eat crab dishes waiting for him. 
You don't know what you hated more, the fact that he had dragged you all the way here for unseasoned canned crab meat, or the fact that he thought bleach would be a great accompaniment for his "meal."
The bandaged mafioso dug through the left front pocket of his pants. His eyes widened. He then checked his other pocket. He had been caught dumbfounded.
Don't tell me...
"I must have dropped it when I got hit by that taxi last night."
You'd like to correct yourself now. You just hate him. Period. The feared executive of the Port Mafia couldn't even afford a can of crab meat. You had to turn around and take a deep breath through your nostrils to calm yourself down.