weekend mingle featuring 5 pm brunch because time is meaningless now

[pr159]

[ There probably isn't a single person among them who isn't exhausted after that trial, so it's no surprise that, like last week, there's no party when it's over. Maybe some stay out and mill about the city, while others finally take the chance to get some well-deserved sleep.

Personally, Rideaux is absolutely going to bed now, because it's fucking 10 am or something, and that was a lot.

But when he wakes up again in what is nominally the afternoon, once he's taken a shower and no longer looks like a haggard mess, he's actually going to hole up in the kitchen at the clergy housing and make some pancakes. Just pancakes and nothing else, because this mix is "just add water!" and that's the extent of his cooking skills the most effort he's going to put into anything. Some of them may be slightly burned and oddly shaped, but they're free, so shut it.

There's also some coffee and some (cheap, not his good stuff) whiskey, so if you want to make a half-assed Irish coffee, he's not stopping you.

Is this supposed to be a distraction? Is this actually all just to celebrate the fact that Cumore briefly thought he was going to die and that was delicious to watch? Maybe, but no one has to know that. ]

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[galrarm]

[ Ah... he lets that lay where it is, because he knows what it's like to lose someone so close to you. Maybe it's not exactly the same, Adam hadn't died, but... ]

Thanks, Dazai.

[ And he'll take those! Before hesitating a moment. ]

There was also something Ango had in his room. Would you mind taking me there?

[deadlygoals]

[ If only you knew, Shiro. If only you knew... ]

Yeah, I can do that. Did he leave a love confession in there?

[ He's now curious because it has to be juicy. He'll wave him along and head out of his room to head down to Ango's room. ]

[galrarm]

[ yeah adam's like super dead at this point.......... welp. ]

Hah, well, maybe. I'm not entirely sure.

[ He'll follow him yet again! ]

Thanks for your help.

[deadlygoals]

[ He's thinking about it for a moment or two. ]

Did he ask you to grab the envelope Lady gave out during the motive?

[ It's the only thing that makes sense. Once he's at Ango's room, he'll pull out the hairpins. It takes a little fiddling before he gets it opened. Ta-da.

He's going to pause as soon as he gets it opened. All the rooms look the same, but he's spent quite a bit of time bothering Ango in this room in particular. ]

[notbymyside]

[The room is exactly as Ango had left it. A couple notebooks on the desk, glowsticks and his gacha items scattered around the room.

The envelope is actually in the desk too, if Shiro wants to grab it.]

[galrarm]

[ He doesn't mess with anything, at least; even being in the room feels... hm. Well.

He'll cross to the desk and grab it, then pocket it. ]

[galrarm]

... Yeah. He did.

[ He, at least, doesn't look away from Dazai when he says it. He should know that much, at least, until the right time. ]

[deadlygoals]

[ It's a moment longer before he looks at Shiro. ]

Haha. It would waste his efforts if I saw it...

[ And he honestly doesn't know how to feel about that. The petty side, that's mad Ango left him in the first place wants to look to see. But also doesn't want to know what was worth dying over.

Walking over to Ango's desk to grab the glow sticks. ]