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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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[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.

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

[dry]

Really? Why do you suppose that is?

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

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

[getting to his feet]

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

[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.

[ a beat ]

Were you trying to prove something just now...

[ugh, makes such a face]

...Maybe. Good night.

[hangs up bye]

[ ignore dazai's laughter ]

[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]

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

[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.

Good night.

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

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]

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