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finer food, but no music

[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.]

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Well, there's one girl who carries a sword with her everywhere. She's a hard-worker despite her eccentricities. Then there is a rather tall man who mostly keeps to himself...

[If Dazai won't stop him, then Ango will go ahead and describe his co-workers briefly. But fuuuuck writing it out since we haven't seen most of them.]

Taneda-san is the head of our department. He's a good man, I think you would get along with him.

[ wow don't skip over it because we don't know. Let's make it up and the points don't matter.

He will have folded up a little bird to toss over the railing behind him in that time. Working on the piece with the name of the power on it to fold it into a cat. ]

Ah, that's a name I've heard of.

[ From Mori and maybe even "Sensei" ]

I don't think I could get along with him considering our positions.

Of course not, considering your positions. But just based on personality, you might.

Maybe if my path really does take me to your present we could see.

...that would be nice, I think.

[ Watching him for a moment or two longer before he closes his eyes. ]

You seem like you're happy working there.

It's...difficult to explain. I find the work fulfilling, much more than anything I did in the mafia. At first I thought the government would be corrupt through and through, and that working for them would be much the same as working in the mafia. But I suppose I lucked out and found a few good people to work with.

Oh? Weren't you working with them before leaving the Mafia?

[ Opening his eye as he says that. ]

...I had wondered if you knew about that already.

[Given that Dazai hasn't killed him yet, it's probably okay.]

Different departments before and after. The old one was much darker.

[ That at least confirms who Ango may have been meeting. ]

I figured out you were a spy that night in the bar.

[ It's okay, until Oda has a target on his back. ]

I guess the picture stuff was too much, huh?

...I knew I was going to be extracted soon. After that, I wouldn't have been able to see the two of you on friendly terms again. Call me sentimental, but that was the hardest part of it all: not being able to say a proper 'goodbye'.

[ Saying good bye, huh? There's something about that... that makes him want to laugh. That Ango knew he was going to disappear from their lives and went running so far. ]

It was the umbrella and your clothes. You were completely dried, while the umbrella was wet. You also knew at least one of us was bound to be there, which is why you had that antique watch in there.

[ He'll offer over the paper cat to Ango. ]

I'm assuming Boss knew about it, too. You did work closely with him and you're still alive.

[Ah. He wasn't careful enough, then. Or maybe he wanted to get caught after so much time spent lying.]

Oh yes, he did. And the reason he kept me alive was that my life became a bargaining chip. By not ordering my death after I left, he got some rather nice perks.

[Like a license to operate within the city.]

[ Dazai's brain is already churning. Any time the Boss was involved, the schemes were both dangerous and elaborate. Inside Ango's head was a wealth of information that could cripple the Mafia.

There was only one thing that he would trade for, but would the Special Ability Department hand that over just for one operative.

Dazai's expression turns serious as he tries to figure out what Mori may be up to this time. ]

There's only one thing he wants from them, but I don't see them giving that out easily.

[ He has x doubt. ]

...

[...]

He also used me to create a dangerous situation that he just happened to have the solution to, and told the Special Ability Department that he would take care of that problem as well as 'forgiving' me.

[yeah, Ango got played hard. He's not proud of it.]

[ He can't even make fun of him for being played so hard.

Dazai's expression darkens for a moment, as he recalls playing Mori's games and how sometimes their talks felt like walking on knives. ]

That sounds more like it.

[ And considering both the timing and Ango's reason for everyone going separate ways before... ]

Mimic, right?

That's exactly it. He sent me to be a double-agent in Mimic in order to get them to come to Yokohama. Of course, I assumed he had some other plan, but by the time I realized something was up they were already in Japan causing trouble. The Special Ability Department had no choice but to accept his help, and reward him for it.

[Look at him, not mentioning Odasaku's part in it.]

[ Something else falls into place. Ango said Dazai left because of this incident. In the photo, he was no longer wearing Mori's coat. He was still alive, no longer part of the Mafia, and no longer submerged in darkness.

Mori wouldn't have allowed that unless it was part of the plan. ]

He also got the bonus of driving me out.

[ He starts to laugh. ]

Really. After denying me death for so long...

[ It's funny. It's really funny. Mori kept him there by his side for so long. He challenged him, push missions on him, gave him something to do and strive for...

It's really funny. ]

...he did, yes.

[Let's just gloss over what actually happened kthnx]

So, now you know. If you want to hold my betrayal against me and end our friendship now, I will understand.

[ Ango keeps trying to bring up the ending of friendship thing.

There's a beat before he lowers his gaze. Maybe Ango wants to run? ]

I told you, it's useful to keep you by my side.

[ How do you tell someone you want them to stay ]

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[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.

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

If that's what you want.

[ He'll wait for him. ]

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.]

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