do it for love

[penduli]

[ Every week is the same song and dance, but it never really gets easier, or works, or ever seems like it’s going to stop.

There will be time for everyone to rest before Black comes knocking on their doors (a moot point, given the soundproofedness of them) and slipping a note beneath them. He needed the respite too, and they needed to prepare food, and… he still thinks it’s a little weird to have a party after a trial, but he’s starting to really understand why it’s not a bad idea, either. ]

[Name],

Misa would’ve wanted us to keep a smile on our faces, or at least put a smile somewhere. There’s a pancake bar up in the chapel, if you’d like to come by and make a few happen. If you don't want to come, that's fine, too. The offer's open all night.

Ever yours,
Black

[ …the ending is something he’s never quite shaken, unfortunately.

Those that make their way up to the chapel will, indeed, find a pancake bar, courtesy of Yosuke and Stan (because Black never feels that hungry after trials and someone needs to stress bake here). That is, there are pancakes! There are syrups, whipped cream, fruits, berries, candies, etc! Sprinkles! Hot chocolate, ice cream… everything you could want for your build-your-own-pancake masterpiece. It’s all set up on some tables shoved against the chapel’s walls.

…special Stancakes (or pancakes with a hint of Stan in them, aka some of his hair that might’ve gotten in there accidentally, whoops) are also available.

There’s also alcohol—dessert wines mostly, to pair with their overwhelming sugar bias, but there’s some ordinary stuff there too. Pancake bar.

The framed photos are where they’ve always been on the center area, along with their matching stuffed animals. …or most of them; some haven’t been made, some pictures haven’t been put up, you get the idea. ]

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[isafraid]

[...Maybe it's just all this tension, but Speedwagon doesn't feel like punching Cherryblod for anything. It's easier to say that he looks a bit sick.]

...May I have a seat?

[only right to ask.]

[cherryblooded]

Of course. Sit anywhere you like.

[It's certainly not his room.]

[isafraid]

[Alright. He takes a seat in the pew with Cherryblod. He'll give the guy his space of course.]

If this is true, then why only come out with this now?

[cherryblooded]

Now? I'd rather not anyone else come under suspicion, so that's part of it, but mostly I'm tired of having the secret over my head.

At least I'd like to know who my enemies are.

[isafraid]

...Now listen to that, that's impressive for ya.

[He gives a nod, understanding. Possibly more now then he ever did, as everything was fitting together.]

I'm glad that you'd decided to come out with it, and you'll hardly get an enemy out of me for being a criminal.

[There's... an unspoken confession there.]

[cherryblooded]

[It's not something he'll press at, not right now.]

Thank you, Speedwagon. I'm glad we're still friends.

[One less person he has to worry about. One more he can still talk to.]

[isafraid]

Glad to hear it.

[Wellllll, it's not like he'll have to ask.]

I should confess myself: I was just a simple thief before I found myself stranded here.

[He says it so... earnestly.]

[cherryblooded]

For reasons better than mine, I'm sure.

[And it's not as bad a crime as killing almost a thousand people.]

[isafraid]

Survival? I guess depending on who you ask, there's no greater reason then that.

[It's the reason that kept him going.]

...Guess I've gotten away with myself. Did you want to say more then?

[cherryblooded]

Nothing in particular. ...Holding up alright?

[Cherryblod will never stop putting friends before his own needs.]

[isafraid]

[Now isn't that familiar.]

Me? Well I should be asking you the same, given what was said in that trial. [But, as long as he's asking... Speedwagon sighs audibly.]

I'm as fine as I possibly could be, after hearing someone's put the lives of people in their hands somewhere.

[cherryblooded]

Not anymore. ...Not sure if that's a comfort or not.

[He really had nothing against Misa.]

[isafraid]

[Neither did he.]

Err... right. sorry. [He shakes his head.] It's just hard to get past; I've stolen things, but never people's lives.

[...] Maybe she's happy now.

[cherryblooded]

Maybe she is. She's with her boyfriend, so perhaps they're as happy together as two people can be after death.

[isafraid]

At least we could be glad for that.

[ahaha... hahhahah... ha...]

...A killer, then? [He'd like some sort of explanation, buddy]

[cherryblooded]

Was in the mob. For a hundred years.

[Yep.]

[isafraid]

I don't suppose there's any more bits of info you've been keeping to yourself?

[Is this going to keep being a thing between them...]

[cherryblooded]

That's the big one.

...Oh, but the Kingmaker is an Aquarius, probably, I did learn that.

[isafraid]

If we're ever reading horoscopes, then that could be a potential aubaine to us.

[cherryblooded]

That's as useful as I've been this week. Horoscopes.

[isafraid]

you've been useful.

[He sounds so certain.]

If it weren't for you, we'd have been standing in that trial room yet, still trying to piece together what a 'Death Note' is.

[cherryblooded]

I was only lucky enough to have discussed the matter with her before. Anyone could have said something.

[isafraid]

Can't say for sure that many of us even knew that sort of thing was rightly possible! I dare say you saved the trial for us.

[...]

Still don't feel the best about it, but nevertheless.

[cherryblooded]

No one ever feels great about executing someone. ...At least, I hope no one does.

[isafraid]

It's not a business I ever wished to get into, no.

[He's honestly such a nice guy... this is eating him up, week by week.]