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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[reanbeans]

[ He hesitated a little. But, he'll at least answer. ]

—Dazai. He had been supporting me in his own way ever since a few weeks ago.

[ ...It's not like he'd ever asked, and confiding could be surprisingly immensely difficult for him, though somehow it had worked alright. As far as he was concerned. Though this weekend made it difficult. ]

[drydrown]

As long as someone is.

[Mm.]

I don't hate him, you know. For all that happened. I'm not angry with him.

[reanbeans]

[ He'll appreciate the thought, deflection or no. ]

...You're not?

I mean, I'm glad you're not. Really, I am.

I had just considered people might've been, that's all.

[ And it wasn't like he couldn't understand. ]

[drydrown]

I'm angry with the individual doing his best to get me killed. As far as I can see, that wasn't Dazai.

[reanbeans]

You'd be right about that.

[ He just hoped at least everyone else (or mostly) saw it that way, as grim as that thought was. But it was what it was. ]

[drydrown]

I'm not sure how much that sentiment is worth, coming from me. After all, I'm still alive because Ango is dead. But I don't hate him. Honestly, I don't think I have enough left to properly hate most people.

[...]

Rideaux is an exception.