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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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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.]