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. ]

Comments

[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.]

[cherryblooded]

I've always thought executioners were a strange bunch, even when I was no better.

[isafraid]

This was a part of that war you mentioned?

[cherryblooded]

No, not really. Just an opinion.

[isafraid]

Then... the killer part?

[cherryblooded]

...I was very good at being a mobster.

[isafraid]

Ah.

[That is.

Well.

There's probably not much he needs to explicitly ask about there. It's not like he doesn't understand the implications going on here.

Hmm.]

...I won't doubt you.

[cherryblooded]

[He appreciates not being asked for details. It's not as fun a story now as it was when he was living it.]

Thank you.

[isafraid]

...If you were thinking that I'd have much to say against you, then I guess that's be a mistake.

[A tip of his hat and a smirk hiding apologies are what he gets.]

If anyone can understand the bit of criminal life, Speedwagon could.

[cherryblooded]

Thought everyone would have something to say against me, to be honest. It's a worry I've had for a long time.