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do it for love
[ 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. ]
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. ]
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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He isn't sure how long he stays like that; it doesn't matter, really, and it's not like he'll be punished for it – he's worn-out but he doesn't sleep, after all.
He just needs a while to reset.
Admittedly, any mental reset he's been doing nearly goes straight out the window when he does go to join the rest, because of whatever the actual hell Cherryblod thinks he's doing; that's getting solidly ignored, because he's not in the mood to deal with it and perhaps more to the point he can't promise he won't just slap the guy for it, so he's just. Going to be disregarding the...all of that and instead he'll just kind of loiter in the chapel and watch everyone for a while, and he'll make sure that he's not needed for anything before. Well. Probably going back upstairs, honestly.
Again, it's not like he needs sleep.]
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How are you holding up?
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[He's not going to be completely rude, but he's pretty content to be utterly superficial for now, thank you.]
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That's about what I thought.
Is there anything I can do for you, dear?
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[But he does appreciate the concern, as coldly worded as it is.]
Anyway, it's not as if I'm going to lay down and die.
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[He's so fucking done with this right now.]
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I don't think you get to decide that.
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Whether we discuss it or not is another matter.
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[Just saying.]
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[And his voice is back to being strange and almost determinedly bright; feelings off, stage persona on. Just like that.]
It doesn't particularly matter to me anymore, anyway. Are we done?
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[It's not the first time Mettaton's done this whole 'I don't care if you get yourself killed' thing, so it doesn't sting as much, but he sympathizes considerably with Sigrun.]
If it didn't matter to you at all, you wouldn't be this angry at me.
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It means a great deal to me - truly, it does. There's no one who matters more to me in this vault.
But this is something I was going to have to do, eventually.
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Stop making such a big thing out of it. Like I said, I don't care.
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[are you going to let him leave or are we going to continue playing conversational-deadlock chicken]
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Fine. Love you, take care of yourself.
[He can leave if he wants.]
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