(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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[nullificates]

He too has a crush on me, you two can commiserate.

(which-- it does entertain him, he won't lie. he's not that great a person, regardless of what he might seem like, regardless what these moments bring. the fondness isn't missed, and it does bring a genuine smile to dazai's lips - not an easy feat.)

Don't worry, I too am taken, you know-- even if one of my partners does call me-- a harlot.

(laugh, kiddo!!)

[chemex]

[He laughs again, the sound crackling a bit like a percolator, but the smile lingers and he's not tearing up anymore.]

I probably would be if I didn't care so much about Goro's insecurities. [There's no probably about it, mister.]

[nullificates]

He needs to have someone who does.

(the long, thin fingers offer to akira's free hand, elegantly as they tend to be, so he can gently stand. perhaps a little walk before they return to pretend they were not having a heart-to-heart.)

[chemex]

[His smile scrunches at the corners, and he nods. He's so happy to be what he is for Goro it's sickening. Taking Dazai's hand, he rolls to his feet again, squeezing all of his fingers gently.] ...thanks, I thought I was doing better than I am.

[nullificates]

I got you. After all, that place was very nightmarish! It's fine if you haven't processed it yet.

(he's too old and too tall, it makes the picture of him skipping stones a little bit funnier, more carefree as he brings the other along.)

[chemex]

[He wants to fuss, tell Dazai that it's fine if he hasn't processed it either, but he isn't really in a place to, and Dazai would just tut at him anyway. So he sighs, nodding, but actually feeling a good bit better after just. A good little anxiety cry session. It's fine, he's learning that he has to actually let himself be a person sometimes, too.]

I'd be totally okay if none of that ever happened again, to anybody.