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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[garudynamic]

[A weird mix of disappointment and relief both cross Yosuke's face, and slip into that constant smile. Relaxed and not conflicted at all. Honest. He's not sure what... any of that was- at least not in the front of his brain. It's so like so many moments with Yu over that year. A wisp of possibility that's there and gone.

Not a bad thing. But a thing regardless. He doesn't want to do anything rash when he had been so very close to hitting Black less then 15 minutes before.]

Heh, gimme time man. Anyways, it's getting kinda late, huh?

[penduli]

[ A kiss with a fist is better than none.

He didn't even eat any of his pancakes. ...he wasn't going to eat any of his pancakes anyway, he guesses. Black'll at least finish off his wine and his hot chocolate—not at the same time, but chugging one right after the... other... okay that's pretty much the same time and it's the most teenager thing he's ever done and he's not even a teenager anymore.

By the way, it was sort of gross, if you were curious. ]

—Yes. [ Now that he can... breathe and isn't at risk of dying from chugging drinks like an idiot because he wants to finish them before he leaves. ] I guess so. I should probably stick around to clean up though.

[ It... was sort of his offer to host a party, after all. He doesn't sound like he really wants to though (he doesn't like cleaning up!!! ...but it'd be sacrilegious to leave it in this state, if it wasn't already sacrilegious to hold a pancake bar party in here in the first place). ]

[garudynamic]

[He ponders offering to help- but in a moment of self awareness decides to let it be- Black wouldn't be hurting for volunteers, he's sure. Plus it looks like Cherryblod has retired too- the only other person he wanted to keep an eye on tonight, after everything that happened.]

Right. Then I'm gonna head out. Try and... get some sleep. Don't stay up too late or anything, okay?

[penduli]

[ With all the helpful people here? ...he really isn't going to be hurting for them at all, no. ]

You too. [ He should say something, he should really— ] Sorry for sort of being a jerk earlier. And [ how do you say "dumping a lot of feelings bullshit on you" without saying that? ] talking a... little too much? You're really easy to talk to, though.

[garudynamic]

[He stands, popping his back. Ah, that.]

Don't apologize, man. I mean, I've dumped some stuff on you too. Not as... heavy... but still. I don't mind it.

[He can't help a swell of... something. Kinda like pride, but not quite. Something from the fact that Black was willing to tell him something like that, even if it was in the rush of the moment. It's something he'll think about later, when he's not so goddamn tired.]

[penduli]

[ He winces just a little at the heavy, because it's... true, yes, this talk was a little heavy tonight. He's starting to feel that. Maybe he'll excuse everyone from clean up duty and just do it himself to wash away all that regret creeping up his back. ]

If you're sure. [ Here's probably the best smile he's had all not that wasn't soft-sad-gay flavor, before he makes a little shooing motion with his hand. ] Go get your beauty sleep, Yosuke. I know you need it to keep your youth good lucks.

[garudynamic]

[He snorts]

Right, right. You know it. 'Night.

[He turns and trots off, a surprising amount of bounce in his step considering his exhaustion and anger of earlier.

Hate to see you go, love to watch you leave, yo.]