finer food, but no music

[promittere]

[Well that was...unpleasant, to say the least. Two more deaths, but this time there's the matter of whatever's happening to Seteth as well.

Ignis is trying not to think about it, which means he's thinking about it a lot, which means he spends a few moments pacing and trying to figure out what to do. He thinks back to the party - for as much as you could call it that - that Olivert hosted, and, well... He's not sure how much morale can be boosted, but it's worth a shot, isn't it?

The decorations of the opera house are much simpler this time around, but the food is noticeably better, between the actual operational kitchen and the fact Ignis is much more skilled than Olivert. The food is well made and it even looks delicious from where it's set up, and there's a sign outside the opera house that reads:]

A not as grand feast, for all of us to enjoy.
Attendance is not mandatory, but it might be better than staying alone.

Catered by Ignis Scientia.

[At least there are less rose petals this time.]

Comments

[notbymyside]

[You just tell them you want them to stay, you fukken loser.]

...if that is what you want.

[It seems like he's still holding back something in his heart, though. Their friendship isn't rank 10 yet.]

[deadlygoals]

[ That means communicating in a normal and healthy manner. There is no logic to it, especially if Ango keeps bringing up the end of their friendship. Dazai balls up the rest of the paper he has to deposit on Ango's lap. There's a heavy pause before he decides it's time to go. ]

Thanks for the information, Ango.

[ Something softens for a moment in gaze before he starts to leave. ]

[notbymyside]

[For a moment, he debates letting Dazai just walk off like that. But no, it wouldn't be right to just leave it at that. Not when Dazai gives him that look.]

Wait.

[He's getting up now, and he'll leave the papers there for the time being. They're nothing important anymore anyway, most people won't even be able to read them.]

I'll walk back with you.

[deadlygoals]

[ He halts his trek, and stuffs his hands into his pocket. ]

If that's what you want.

[ He'll wait for him. ]

[notbymyside]

It's what I want.

[He doesn't want Dazai to hate him, in this time or any other. He wants to be forgiven.

Though it's not really forgiveness if the other party doesn't know what happened, is it? There's a thought for Ango to chew on as they walk back to the housing area.]

[deadlygoals]

[ There's no way for this Dazai at this time to hate him. That's for the future Dazai to worry about.

He'll walk with him back to the housing area though. ]