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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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Enjoying yourself, or...
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[Her robot boyfriend is into this?]
Are you going to make those noises when we spar too?
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Yes!
[This is gonna be awesome for at least one of us!]
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Okay. I guess this really answers my question about if you feel things though.
[Does... Does a constant knocking do the same thing to him? Is this what it means to knock him up?]
I am so not telling Misa about this.
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like a really unsatisfying way too, but it's a good sort of unsatisfying
...jesus christ actually do something or don't do anything good lord- ]
I'd hope not!
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Whip, bullets, or wooden sword?
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also she's just gonna shove him oh my god??? forget hitting on you just go away with your.... whatever this is]
I can't believe you're so into this, holy shit. Maybe I should have squeezed your soul when I had the chance.
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[...]
It also occurred to me that I didn't know if that would be a good time or not, but I'm curious as hell.
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[...]
When we're not here I'll do it, I mean. The whole soul thing seems kind of private to me.
[Intimate.]
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...Well, I don't have plans for the night. And I think we could both use the company.
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... she's also going to put the flute up and take his hand, because holy shit we're leaving right now for this]
I'll be gentle the first time so we can see if you really like it.
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That works for me, darling. You really don't have to worry about accidentally killing me, though, if that's a concern - it's mostly intent that makes the difference! If hatred or killing intent isn't there, I can actually take a lot.
[So basically he's kind of screwed if someone decides to have The Proper Murdergame Experience with him, but if someone's not explicitly out to kill him he can take being shot in the soul a time or ten, it'll be fine.
...Undertale is stupid.]
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[Fucking nailed it. She can at least tell Misa this.]
We're going to have so much fun. We need to really figure out a way to talk to each other when your soul's out though, or at least like, make motions with it. I guess you can nod and stuff at least.
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oh well uh
...you really did nail it, didn't you, thank you for moving on so quickly...]
...Normally I'd mind being unable to talk to someone like that. But it's not so bad.
[...]
It's fine if it's with you, anyway.
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You really are different with me. [Gross, punchy feelings.] Kitten mentioned it.
You're not showing your soul off to anyone else though, are you? I mean, I wouldn't mind, obviously, it's not just a me thing, I'm just curious.
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[And there's no hesitation in that, either, it's just very matter-of-fact.]
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You realize you're putting your full trust in the same person who wanted to take your head off the first day here, right?
[And then like, immediately asked what you'd like attributed to you when you died or whatever.]
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Of course I do, sweetheart - it's not like I regret it any.
[Come on, let's just...go into his room then.]
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But... yes, room. Sigrun actually doesn't know if he can do this kind of thing standing up or whatever, but the bed's good shit here.]
I can't wait to shut you up.
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Yes, yes - like I said, only for you, darling.
[For what it's worth, he does seem to mean it entirely when he says he doesn't mind; there's no hesitation in doing it this time, no awkwardness or apprehension or anything - just the opening of that panel and the releasing of his soul, and the general implied question of "what now."]
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Let's see... Now... How to do this. It was kind of malleable, she remembers, so she's going to kind of just. Hold it in her hand. Like, the way you do a Pillsbury Doughboy.
And then... press her thumb into it?? That's a squeeze, right? Sure.]
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That said, though, given that he can't really...say anything, it's sort of hard to tell his thoughts on the matter; granted, it's not like that's saying too much because he is genuinely not sure if that's pleasurable or not. It's weird? Not strictly unpleasant, just bizarre to an extent that he isn't entirely sure how to handle that other than go kind of weird and squirmy, because what the actual fuck else are you supposed to do with someone literally squeezing your soul.]
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It's kind of like holding a bug. [Thanks, Sigrun.] Do you not like it after all? I thought you would. Or maybe it just takes getting used to?
[She'll continue to just... kind of hold his soul, not putting a lot of pressure on it, though she'll pet it after a moment.]