nobody's in the mood for recording 6.9: the post-trial garden tea "party"

[tsunderine]

The flowers that bloomed at the end of the trial are ones that only seem to prove, continuously, that the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Of course, it's only natural that many of the people are full of mixed emotions - grief? sadness? anger? frustration? maybe something else completely different?

But it's there, along with the end of the week.

Miasma still continues to be around, of course - but make use of the fact that this might be the last time it'll be at a low level one before it shoots up again.


Well.

Life continues as usual, disregarding any feelings that any of the house's occupants might be feeling.

So what are you doing these next two days?

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[cw_suicide]

He was my friend.

[like... that's how that goes, right? of course he cared a lot.]

It's not like what you might know--he didn't live long enough to write anything. Though he... really wanted to.

It was actually pretty silly. A former talented child assassin saying he wouldn't kill anymore because he wanted to write a story.

[so there's the reason cup was dropped. just. hahaha...]

[boardreversal]

...I don't think something like that's silly at all.

[That...definitely makes a lot more sense, now. Why does he keep hitting people's buttons without meaning to?

Also Oda Sakunosuke the assassin sure is a fucking thing to consider.]

I think - Oda-san must have been pretty brave, in his own way. To want to stop killing people and create something...that just shows how much he meant it.

[Though he's still assuming the tuberculosis death, honestly.]

You've said a little about him, but...what was he like? Really like, not just in comparison to me.

[cw_suicide]

[what was Odasaku really like...

thinking it over.]

He always seemed very calm on the outside. Definitely a "still waters run deep" sort of thing. He usually took things people said at face value, had a bad habit of letting people just say the craziest things without the bat of an eyelash. [guess who was especially guilty of this] But he was very firm in his decisions. Once he made up his mind, there was no way of changing it.

[BOY DID HE TRY.]

And he never shaved consistently. It's such a small thing, but it'd make you wonder if he needed a better razor. Maybe he just didn't like to shave. [or depression and shit] He also confused Cinderella and Snow White. And liked his curry way too spicy for me to handle.

[and then he's quiet for a moment before:]

... I think he did get frustrated with me, once. In a way, I forced his hand and made him shoot a sniper in the arm so the sniper's bullet only grazed my head. I really was a brat, then.

[still is...]

[boardreversal]

...He sounds like he was a really interesting guy...I would've loved to talk with him once.

[There's not much else he can say - but he is thankful. Thankful that, finally, Dazai is openly talking to him, for once.]

And...I can kind of get why he'd be a little frustrated with you. If he was really that open and honest...then he probably saw the same thing I do with you.

[The whole...gaping wound in chest thing.]

Do you...know what he wanted to write about?