(after event chill out lil mingle) let's understand it

[nullificates]

(cw depression)

(he hasn't exactly been doing great - much to the opposite. he spent the week in bed, he hasn't taken care of himself whatsoever, and he's exhausted. either way, it hardly matters how he feels, does it ever?

so. let's go. a text message arrives to everyone's charms and tablets, and it reads:)

this is, you guessed it, osamu dazai. it's been a week since that stupid maze, so here is what we have:

1. i need copious amounts of alcohol and food. i'll bring some to the beach in 30, i suggest we all do the same.
2. i'd like to hear what your experiences were. it's important for data building - we have a few detectives in this place, some smartpants, and some go-getters. we need to take advantage of our only resource, which is ourselves. meet me at the beach, or send me anonymously. i don't care about your shit per se.

see you, or don't see you.

many words that mean absolutely nothing here,
dazai.

(to those that come to the beach, they'll see several cocktail possibilities laid in front of dazai, as well as a good number of the food they serve in lupin - mixed nuts, pistachio, cheese tables, chocolate, dried figs, potato chips, chicken snacks, boiled sausage, asparagus with sauces, and dried fruit. a bonfire warms his hands in the chilly breeze of the night - this feels awfully needed.)

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[izanagis]

[The Star...Teddie, for him. It always seemed fitting, somehow. They all do.

Her cheek on his shoulder feels strangely...nostalgic, in a way. He could probably talk about his friends all day -- figuratively speaking, that is, he's not that talkative. But--]

... I get the feeling we should get you home. Before you do turn into a pumpkin.

[She seems like she's on the verge of it already.]

[orphne]

[She whines at him, a little unsatisfied noise-- she's comfortable here! -- but he's right. Sleeping on someone's shoulder is nice while falling asleep, but sucks to wake up from. With another exaggerated groan, she forces herself upright and stretches her arms out in front of her, rounding her back, then raising them and arching her back forward with a satisfying pop!]

Fine... I'll head back.

[She bonks her head against his shoulder this time, a familiar, if silly gesture, and gives him another tired smile.]

You should keep having fun here, though. I won't become a pumpkin until I'm in bed, promise.

[izanagis]

[He chuckles softly at the bonk, nudging her back. He'd be more than fine letting her fall asleep here, all said, but... her bed would probably be more comfy.]

You sure I can't walk you home?

[It's not that he thinks she can't handle herself, but... you know. He worries a little bit.]

[orphne]

The farmhouse is kind of out of the way... [she hedges, even as she rolls over to slowly push herself to her feet. It's not like she doesn't want to be walked home but-! She also doesn't want to take Yu away from spending time with others, either.] So you don't have to! You'll call me when you want to hit the beach, right?

[Either for a party, or just the two of them.]

[izanagis]

[Look, if I'm being honest, Yu would probably walk her home anyway, but for the sake of making space for new stuff--]

I will. Promise. [A little smile.] Good night, Kotone.