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]

Wasn't exactly the sort that got the privilege of having many hobbies. To tell the truth, reading would be the one hobby I missed. Never had much time, or money, to do it then.

[And with a fully stocked, if rather nonsensical in it's stock, library, Speedwagon had nary a reason to complain on that front.]

You?

[uro_cyon]

Driving. [ A beat.] And giving Blume a headache. [ He hasn't offered too many personal details here, but even the vault was wearing on him at this point.]

My occupation isn't completely inaccurate.

[isafraid]

Right... "vigilante" eh? I can't say the meaning is lost on me.

[Unlike... everything else.]

Can't say I know about a "Blume" either.

[uro_cyon]

[ A nod.] Company in Chicago. They try to push that their for the people and all that, but they're really just greedy and power hungry.

[isafraid]

Hmm. [He gets it. Have a nod right back at you, Aiden.]

I know the like. The whole lot of them, you just wish you could toss them all in the river.

[uro_cyon]

Sometimes it's easier to just get over on them.

[isafraid]

[He glances at him.] Like how?

[uro_cyon]

Extortion for one.

[isafraid]

So, stealing, in plain terms?

[uro_cyon]

Right. [ There wasn't any real point in hiding it.]

[isafraid]

Don't think that I'm about to argue with you on it. Being a thief is the same, no matter what time it's in.

[At least, it is to him.]

Seems we've all got some things we still won't talk about.