Opinions without 3.1415 are just Onions (Week1 post trial)

[ghostricked]

After everything, the house seems almost too still and too mundane. At least as long as the doors to that room remain closed. One by one those covered in what was once their teammate are lead to the showers or change in silence. There is no warm meal waiting for them. No words of encouragement.

Life goes on, regardless.

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[cw_suicide]

[it's a bit suffocating--she's asking this of him and he's already just half-heartedly, reflexively wishing he wasn't there. that neither of them were.

feels bad.]

Yachi-chan...

[even if this wasn't a murderhouse, he shouldn't make that sort of promise...]

[accessorytomurder]

...

[...]

...I'm...

[Her grip on him slackens, slowly, then all at once.]

...I'm s-sorry. That's, um, th... that's not a very... fair th-thing to ask, is it...?

[Sho had told her.

None of them could feel it, but there was no escape.]

I'm... sorry. I'm sorry. I'm—so—I'm so, sorry...

[cw_suicide]

[time.

to gentle headbutt.

because his hands are full of hug and handholding.]

Stop.

That's not the thing.

[not the only thing, anyway.]

Even if we weren't in this place, no one should make such a promise.

We don't choose when people live or die, even outside of this place, Yacchan... so how is it any different here? More brutal--but just as brutal things happen outside these walls, so with it like that...

[he doesn't want her to start to go down that dark corridor of misery and despair. he's already lost someone to it already.]

The answer is simple... isn't it?

[accessorytomurder]

[She bites her lip, hard, but obediently stops the reflexive apologies and does her best to hold back the tears.]

I-I know.

I know.

[She sucks in a shaky breath. Then another. And another.]

But I don't... want to see you like that, D-Dazai-kun. And I—I don't know what to do with these feelings, b-because we... we can't do anything. Can we?

[cw_suicide]

[aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa core part of his own issues being spoke right here right now.]

... there's. One thing I do. When it gets like this.

[accessorytomurder]

...? What is it?

[cw_suicide]

[... this smile is so painful but also he's trying real hard.]

Tomorrow.

I'll tell you tomorrow.

[that's how. small little promises. day by day. on the good days, he might not even have to, but on the bad days...]

[accessorytomurder]

...o-oh.

[He's... he's doing what she did, isn't he? Just, smaller. Babysteps.

Her hand creeps up to hug him again, this time neither desolate or desperate.]

I'll... I'll look forward to it.

[cw_suicide]

[yep. just like that.

really, in the end, it just boils down to the simple but critical "just keep living" that sounds far easier than it actually is.]

Good.

[accessorytomurder]

...on Monday... I'll make you another crab, or maybe a mystery animal.

[She smiles for him, stronger this time.]

So... so, how about you work hard to think of a way to surprise me back, the day after?

[cw_suicide]

[so many days ahead]

Mm. It can go like that.

[accessorytomurder]

...let's keep it up, then. I'll give you things to look forward to for, um, for as long as I can, if you promise me the same...?

[cw_suicide]

[......... rip me.]

Mm, sounds good.

[accessorytomurder]

Yeah. It does to me too.

[She lingers like that for a moment, soaking up the warmth of leaning on another person. Then she carefully disengages, leans back, and...

Slaps her cheeks with both hands, her expression flinchingly resolute.]

...okay. No more tears. ...today, anyways.

[cw_suicide]

Only tears allowed are those from happier times.

[you're allowed to be sad, you silly girl.]

[accessorytomurder]

Yeah. Just... not today.

[She rubs her cheeks gingerly because, uh... ow.]

...if I don't stop for now, I might not ever.

[cw_suicide]

In that case, it might be time for some movement.

[here, time to put your notes away. you can bond with Ango about it later.]

[accessorytomurder]

...yeah, you're right.

[She tidies everything up and stands with a little stretch.]

[cw_suicide]

Not that I really have much of an idea of what to do in this place, anyway. There really is a level of boredom to defeat.

[accessorytomurder]

Well, I guess... there might be enough room for us to do some yoga, or maybe even some suicides...

[cw_suicide]

[..... i-is that... a joke?]

Yacchan???

[accessorytomurder]

I have some duct tape we could use, come to think of it...

[cw_suicide]

[WHAT IS THIS, IS HE BEING KINKSHAMED OR SOMETHING?!]

... what... are... suicides...?

[SURELY SHE'S THINKING OF SOMETHING ELSE???]

[accessorytomurder]

Oh!

[Of course... the mafia probably never put him through basic P.E., huh?]

You mark down sections of a floor or hall, then race to the first mark, bolt back to the starting line, run for the second line, and repeat until you've covered the whole distance. ...though, come to think of it, that would be pretty disruptive to everyone else...

[cw_suicide]

I would also die immediately.

[what an aptly named exercise.]

Maybe yoga would be gentler on my healing wounds... they've been doing a lot better, even.