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[help_wanted]

WHAT SHENANIGANS
WHERE bed
WHEN 88...early....


[Hey someone is your bed!

Or you're in their bed!

Maybe several people are all in one bed.

How did they/you get there? Who cares? Maybe go back to sleep, or something else. You can't seem the leave the bedroom until dawn and there are a few hours to go.]

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[keijournal]

[well it doesn't pay to establish a reputation as someone who you call their bluffs so

turns speaker phone way up, dials Mori, takes another drink of whiskey]

[cw_underage]

[ there's a sleepy voice over the line after a few rings ]

Hello, doctor Mori speaking...?

[keijournal]

It's Kaito. I'm trapped in Dazai's room.

[cw_underage]

Oh! Are you two getting along?

[keijournal]

Can you really imagine a universe where that would happen?

[cw_underage]

Maybe a universe where you were different people.

[keijournal]

[actually kind of smiles at that]

Very different.

Anyway, I asked him why he stayed with the Port Mafia but he wouldn't answer me. I thought you might have more luck.

[cw_underage]

Ah, he called it something like tradition when we talked before. But he tends not to be honest with me about these things.

[keijournal]

[dry]

Really? Why do you suppose that is?

[cw_underage]

He loathes me and isn't terribly interested in telling me his honest personal opinions on topics...?

[keijournal]

But he is terribly interested in working for you in a pointless clinic job?

[getting to his feet]

[cw_underage]

Apparently! It's not as if I'd get a straight answer from him, I'm afraid.

[keijournal]

[is quiet for a moment, and pinches the bridge of his nose, and then sighs]

Yeah... I guess not. Forget I called, sorry for waking you up.

[cw_underage]

[ a beat ]

Were you trying to prove something just now...

[keijournal]

[ugh, makes such a face]

...Maybe. Good night.

[hangs up bye]

[takehisheadoff]

[ ignore dazai's laughter ]

[keijournal]

[drinks the last of this whiskey and throws the bottle in his. general. direction. it's not even a good aim, it will probably at least land on the bed]

[takehisheadoff]

[ his laughter gets louder and he throws the bottle back tbh also not with good aim ]

[keijournal]

[kind of jumps, realizes throwing bottles around is a terrible idea, and decides to not repeat that

rolls grumpily onto his stomach on the carpet]

This is my actual least favorite effect.

[takehisheadoff]

Good night.

[ hahahahaha stops laughing but honestly he's in a much better mood now ]

[keijournal]

Sleep tight.

[SIGH, time to relocate to lying on the floor near the door so he can check if it's unlocked every once in a while]