RECORDING 4: THE SECOND WEEK

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A second week in this place begins, with less of your number among you. With first blood - and oil - spilled, it now seems as if it'll only be a matter of time before the worse eventually happens once more. Thankfully, it seems as if the Miasma is content to remain at the same levels it did before, so arguments are unlikely to break out, though tensions are surely high after everything that's already occurred.

Speaking of which, the temperature remains a consistent comfortable early to mid 70's in the house. It appears at least that you'll be here in comfort..? Though it appears that the rooms have changed, so hopefully you kept anything essential in the static area.

Yet, something feels...wrong. The house feels as if it is laughing at you, when you awake...

...What new horrors await you this week?


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[accessorytomurder]

Okay...

[You can practically see her making the mental note.]

Well, what should I try next, then?

[cw_suicide]

You sound vaguely nefarious when you say it like that.

[like you're out to get him personally with this.]

Well, think about something from a movie or something you've seen and were curious about. Or should I just try something?

[accessorytomurder]

Something from a movie...

[...

Well, it's not like a bite, but she reaches up to cup his cheeks in both hands, fingers slow and feather-light, and she dips in for a lingering kiss that's just her lips skimming his, parting as often as they meet.]

[cw_suicide]

[it's almost funny just how innocent it is, but it's also soft and gentle--easy. he lets her direct him, kissing back when their lips meet. one hand goes up to push stray strands of hair away from her face.]

[accessorytomurder]

[It's innocent, and pleasant, but...

There's a faint pout at the corner of her mouth, as she disengages this time.]

...no, looks like that didn't work. Let's see... what else to try...

[Her eyes slowly drift over towards the fingers near her temple.]

...oh! Can I put my hand in your hair?

[cw_suicide]

[he's just about to ask what didn't work but then

ah

l-lol.]

If you'd like.

[accessorytomurder]

[She's got exactly one (1) noticeable sign of happiness to judge by, so far, so unless he gains interest in his own enjoyment fast, that's what she's gunning for.

(RIP, Dazai.)

With all due permission granted, her hand slips up to sink in his hair—and then clenches hard enough in it to put a not-quite-painful strain on it.]

How's this?

[cw_suicide]

[.... he really should have expected.

as it is, it earns the barest of sounds from him as he tilts his head along with the pull.

fffffffffffffffcan'tbelievehe'sgettingfoundoutlikethisrude--]

Aha... try not to be too rough, Yachi-chan~

[his smile's a bit sharper but not in a way that's discouraging.]

[accessorytomurder]

Okay! So, that works! What else... what else...

[Her enthusiasm is blotting out her normal trepidation, it seems like, as the success goes to her head. ...pun a little intended.]

Let's see... well, it was a shoujo manga, so I don't know if it's good enough in real life, but...

[She keeps her tug at a consistent pressure, even as she leans in and presses a gentle peck to the base of his ear.]

[cw_suicide]

[........ if this were a bite, that would be trouble.

as it is, vulnerable part of neck being touched at all is still... well.]

Ah... branching out a little?

[accessorytomurder]

...another dud...

[You know what?

He spoke too soon.

Nip.]

[cw_suicide]

[AND THAT'S A HAND GOING TOWARD THE BITEY AREA in a bit of a flail]

Yachi-chan...!

[PLEASE, HE'S TRYING SO HARD? TO BE GOOD???]

[accessorytomurder]

Oh! I-I'm sorry, did that not feel good after all...?

[Oh no... did she bite too hard...]

[cw_suicide]

[oh my god... someone save him]

No... that...







Bites will only lead to more serious things please be more careful...

[and yet part of him already wanting to take revenge for this in-deliberate teasing.]

[accessorytomurder]

...b-but, um... I-I mean...

[She leans back and rubs her cheek, peeking up at him as her self-consciousness begins creeping back in.]

Did it make you... happy?

[cw_suicide]

[this question again...]

Yachi-chan...

[he always feels so miserable when he doesn't have a good answer for it.]

[accessorytomurder]

It's okay if it didn't!

[She says that with surprising firmness.]

It's... it's okay, Dazai-kun. I... well, we both know that I don't really know what I'm doing. If it doesn't feel good then, u-um, then you should be honest. I... I didn't ask you to do this with me so I could make you feel b-bad, or... or so you could spare my feelings.

[cw_suicide]

I didn't say it didn't feel good, I said the exact opposite.

[facepalms.]

But asking if that is the same thing as happy is...

[he... doesn't know, okay?!]

Like when I kissed you, did that make you happy?

[accessorytomurder]

[She's very... quiet for a moment.]

...very much.

[cw_suicide]

... how do you know that?

[maybe. a bit jealous of that just. ability to know right away.]

[accessorytomurder]

Um, w-well—th-that's...

[Her gaze skitters away from his, and her cheeks heat.]

My... my stomach felt fluttery, a-and my chest felt warm and I d... didn't... want to... stop...

[cw_suicide]

[quiet for a long moment himself.

then:]

It's... not like that for me--I mean, the last part of it is what I was talking about before.

[HE IS... VERY INTERESTED???]

But the rest.

It... hurts? But not in a bad way. But in a way... I once told a friend that if I wanted for something... inevitably, it'd be taken away. And I don't want it to happen again? But it feels like I just keep making the same mistake and I don't... know what to do?

[happiness appears to be backburner to internal screams of knowing he's doing a thing that's going to leave him severely hurt again]

[accessorytomurder]

...um. Well, that's...

[She thinks about it, hands resting on his chest.]

We... we always lose everything, eventually. I know... I know that nothing lasts forever. And... and endings are always, always sad. But, um... just... not letting yourself reach for what you want... um...

[She's trying to find the right words.]

If you're going to lose it one way or another, then the... the only difference is actually having it, isn't it? That's... I mean...

[She's quiet for a moment.]

...would you... have been happier if we weren't friends, Dazai-kun?

[cw_suicide]

[... this is a trick question.

he's thought about this sort of thing a lot since Odasaku died, after all.

which sort of life would have been better?

there's no clear answer.]

If it meant you'd get to live well and die old, doing the things you've set your heart to doing... I could live with that.

[accessorytomurder]

But, what if my life is less happy without you?

[She taps him on the chest.]

Could you live with having robbed me of that? With having made me unhappy by dint of... taking away the chance of happiness for both of us?