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WHEN Day 180... AT NIGHT.

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Is it deer hunting season yet?

I'll continue to leave the dog-training to you. Considering I feel more liable to punt the damned thing when it barks.

[punt his foot right through his face.

leans against Orga's shoulder though because still just... no. doesn't like any of it.]

As long as you can do it without getting shot again.

[frowns and runs his fingers idly at Dazai's sides]

...what's it like at the hospital...?

... quiet. Clinical.

[cold, sterile... unpleasant, really.]

Though it might depend on the person. They never seem happy or unhappy to see me, at least.

[yet.]

Ah...

[hm]

Mika is... away.

[oh.

time to. touch Orga's face. because. he gets it.]

... keep in mind, my experiences there have been related to injuries.

[tilts his face into the touch a bit]

I don't know for sure if that's where he is. There are other places.

He hasn't left this place, though. Since leaving this place isn't possible, as far as we know.

[gonna use that hand to guide his face over so he can. try this. light headbutt thing. that's been done to him before.

feels kinda dumb but. well. this does explain why the texts were so frantic that time.]

I'll try not to end up there for a while.

[no guarantees tho. since. murder double.]

[that's very cute dear, meets the headbutt, looks cute about it in turn.]

Mmm, I'd appreciate it.

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