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

[prismbloom]

I mean every word, [ she says simply, but she's sure he knows that already. She's not much of a liar, after all... ]

We all can be our own worst enemies. But... don't push your friends--us--away.

[ ... don't make the mistake she did. ]

[amygdalae]

...I'll try.

[That's the best he can promise her. He's been used to being himself for so long, being unable to trust, that trying to undo all that is... hard. On a superficial level of course he can trust them to do what is good and right, but--letting them in closer? Possibly them seeing what is underneath the surface? The thought of that is--hard.

But he will... try. As much as he can manage.]

[prismbloom]

Like I told Cherryblod earlier... trying is all I can ask of you, really.

[ God knows they're all trying as hard as they can, even if it's... it's hard. Really, really hard, she won't ever dispute that.

... Aqua takes another sip of her cocoa, mostly because that's a good distraction from all the awful things right now. ]

You should drink yours before it gets too cold.

[amygdalae]

[Trying is really all that Bruce can do. And who knows if it'll work out, but... he supposes he owes Aqua that much. As he does for everybody else.]

...yes. [He stares down at his cocoa and after a pause, takes a drink from it.

...it's sweet.]

[prismbloom]

It is hot chocolate.

[ She lowers her mug. ]

Does it taste alright?

[amygdalae]

[Bruce nods only after half a moment.]

Yes.

[A bit sweeter than his usual, but its not like its a dealbreaker.]

[prismbloom]

I was worried I'd made it too sweet, but I'm glad you're enjoying it.

[amygdalae]

A little bit of sweetness isn't bad.

[And in a way, perhaps he needs it right now.]

Did everyone else like it?

[prismbloom]

There haven't been any complaints yet.

[amygdalae]

That's good. I'm sure everyone likes and appreciates it.

[A small smile as he takes another sip.]