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ㅤㅤㅤ *.·:·.★ー❝FAITH, like a guillotine. As heavy, as light. For myself, I am too heavy, & for you too light.❞

Placing the pen down beside his diary as he mouthed the words written down, a soft glance towards the minister giving him company in this very room.ー★･:･:*

Nathanial had gotten quite comfortable sharing a room with the Guild's legal expert. It had become quite normal, and comfortable, for the two to work in the same room. Maybe it was because of how often Kafka seemed to be coming to the preacher for something. Or, maybe it was because Nathaniel had grown a fondness for the smaller man. Though, Nathaniel would never admit that. Not now at least.

The preacher looked up from his holy book, having been studying it like he does everyday. He seemed to have looked up at the perfect time as his eyes locked with Kafka. Nate couldn't help the small smile that came to his face. His smiles were reserved for very few in the Guild. Though this smile.. this one was just for Kafka. An almost smirk that was clearly filled with affection. The lawyer really had done away with his heart.

Closing his bible, Nate stood, quickly clearing the distance between the two. He didn't peak at the diary on his desk, he knew better than too. Instead, he just looked down at the man, Franz, and continued to smile. "May I ask what you are working on? You seem to be enjoying it, whatever it is," he inquired with a hum.

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ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ↪ as plotted ahead!

ㅤㅤㅤ *.·:·.★ーIt had always been such a drag to be in the same room as the redhead mafioso; not only the history that they shared thanks to being partners at the Port Mafia, but the fact that there were so many questionable things about Osamu that apparently rubbed the other the wrong way were enough to make each & every encounter with the two of them so unpleasant. Not only was he loud, but also hot-headed, ill-tempered & couldn't take a joke.

Well, the jokes in question were often rather dark & sinister, admittedly, but that was just how Dazai handled about anything: even making fun of his own misery, that is. Perhaps it was not everyone's cup of tea, but the other's reaction had just been so irritating.

ㅤㅤㅤ  Maybe he'd be more bearable with a few drinks, he mused.

Of course, they were seated next to each other ー almost as if both Fukuzawa & Mori wanted to mock them with that. It had already been a lot to ask for to make the ex-Port Mafia member join that get-together, but Kunikida made sure he was not able to bail.

ㅤㅤㅤ "Yuck." The brunette growled once Nakahara sat beside him, turning his head away as he instantly downed another glass of whiskey without a care in the world. ー★･:･:*

"You better be saying that about yourself, Dazai. I'm not going to sit here next to you all night and hear you complain," the ginger warned his ex-partner. This truly had to have been some kind of cruel joke. Mori knew damn well that this was the last place Chuuya wanted to be.

'That's probably why I'm stuck here', he thought to himself.

"I didn't want this either, you know" he practically growled as he shrugged off his coat and got comfortable in his seat. As comfortable as he could get sitting next to Dazai. Luckily, there was already a glass of wine there and waiting. Chuuya was quick to pick it up and down what was in it. He was... a little to good at it.

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eyes are fixed upon the plan proposal and projections, she was looking over them since louisa requested that she did before she gave them to fitzgerald. everything was looking good to her, spinning a pen in between her fingers, writing some things every now and again. the witch could hear him talking, being sure not to ignore him while she was busy. occasionally nodding before she stopped to straight out the papers and place the clip back on it so none of them would end up getting lost. they were all very important after all. the stack landed on her desk with a thud when she put it aside, lifting a hand to rub her face gently.

This entire team of Fitzgerald’s infuriated him. All but one, that is. The witch that he had been sent to recruit. And that is where he was now. Sitting in a chair he had pulled up beside her desk, just ranting about what had been bothering him that day about their co-workers. It was easy for the Priest to get lost in his own words and drown others out. A nasty habit of his, though he’d never admit to it. He was even guilty of it in the presence of Sylvia. He waved off her question at first, “Yes yes,” having not really heard it and assuming that she had been agreeing with something he had stated. But he was suddenly pulled from his monologue and back into reality by her calling his name. 

Nathaniel looked up, the annoyed expression he had been holding in his brows melted away as he met her eyes. He could feel his face getting warm from embarrassment from being caught not listening. “I’m sorry, darling.” He sighed, brining his hand up to his head to rub his temple gently for a moment. “I just can’t stand these imbeciles! You’d think Fitzgerald would have hired actually qualified employs like he did us. Yet even the simplest concept seems to go over their heads!” He puffed, finally sitting back up and crossing his arms across his chest. 

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ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ↪ as plotted ahead!

ㅤㅤㅤ *.·:·.★ーIt was not unusual for the men to drink together without Dazai if he had been on a mission with Mori or Chuuya; schedules were schedules & more often than not, they just had been assigned different things ー Oda & Dazai, that is. Sakaguchi on the other hand had been in a whole other department, so his schedules were a different thing entirely.

Sitting by the counter at the Lupin bar, the redhead sipped away on his whiskey, not buzzed at all; a glance to the side however would reveal a whole other story: the bespectacled man clearly not being able to hold his liquor. Not that surprising, he mused, but simply smiled to himself.

ㅤㅤㅤ "Ango, I think you had enough for the night." Reaching out, he placed his hand around the other's glass, trying to gently move it away from his palm. "Unless you want to start dancing on top of the bar? I wouldn't stop you, but I am sure you'd never hear the end of it once Dazai hears of it..." It was true, Sakunosuke was rather laid back about all those things; Osamu on the other hand loved to tease & prod people, especially those who gave a good reaction to his antics.ー★･:･:*

But sometimes it still became a little too much, and on days like those (which happened to be this day), Ango just needed a drink. And a drink is what he got. Well... more like drinks as was discovered by his good friend Odasaku after he met him at their usual bar.

His face was flushed and his glasses were sliding down his nose. That didn't stop him from turning to Odasaku with furrowed brows. He clearly didn't appreciate his glass being taken away from him. "I thought...we were friends," He huffed, clumsily pushing his glasses back up on his nose. They fell right back down again. "Do you have any idea what I've had to deal with today? Do you?!" Though, even in his inebriated state, Ango knew better than to take his glass back from his friend. His threat rang true about their friend Dazai. It sent a shiver down his spine.

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ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ↪ as plotted ahead.

ㅤㅤㅤ *.·:·.★ーIt had been yet another anniversary. Silly, how he'd still remember, after all this time. Dazai didn't consider himself the sentimental, or emotional type ー time & time again, others had proven to him just how cold he was, analysing everything instead of letting emotions get ahead of him. Yet, here he was ー still remembering that day, still remembering his friend. Still holding on so tightly to something that had been ripped from his grasp, something near & dear to him. The curse of Osamu Dazai.

Wandering by the cemetery, the dark-haired man had his hands stuffed deep in the pockets of his beige overcoat, dread & melancholy washing over him yet again: how many times had he wished to be dead & gone? & how many times had he attempted to do something to himself in order to be free from the shackles of life? Part of him had been sick enough to be jealous of Sakunosuke; jealous of how free he was now. But another part had wished to trade places, really. A man with ambitions had to die for a man without a will to live to breathe. Osamu had yet to learn where he belongs ー even now, when he joined the A.D.A. & when he had been living a life far happier than the one he had at the Port Mafia ー but one couldn't find the raison d'être overnight.

Once he arrived by the very tombstone that bore his friend's name, a hand slipped out from its pocket, gently placed atop the gravestone. "Hey, long time no see, Odasaku." Bandaged palm moving away from the cold touch, before he did what he always would: sit beside the grave & lean his back against the stone, dark curls of hair brushing against the stone material as he tilted his head back, exhaling.

ㅤㅤㅤ "I hope you won't mind company today; I don't have much to tell you, except for how much Kunikida-kun is a pain in the ass at the agency ー but I told you about that last year. Hm, what else would you want to know...?" His voice soft & quiet as if not wanting to disturb his friend, gulping hard. "I haven't really told you how much I miss you; I often think to myself 'what would Odasaku do?' when I don't know a proper answer. But I usually draw a blank; that's strange, no? Will I forget you eventually?" As much as he hated the fact that he was getting overwhelmed at this moment, at least he could safely say that nobody was going to witness that; or so he thought.ー★･:･:*

Ango's steps were quiet and lonely as he approached a very familiar cemetery. Was it stupid for him to be here? He wasn't entirely sure. The flowers he held in his arms sure made him feel that way. But he saw them as he walked here. He took one look at them and they reminded him of... well, of Odasaku. The paper wrapped around the flowers crinkled as Ango tightened his grip on them.

He had missed this date last year. Not because he wanted to, but because his work had kept him, even the days following the solemn anniversary. But still, he hated himself for it. There were a lot of things Ango regretted when it came to his late friend. The way he had told Odasaku about who he really was. The way it ended at the bar. His inability to explain his actual situation to him. The fact that he didn't get to say goodbye... But this was his way of making up for it. Visiting on the day he could never forget. Hoping. Wishing. That maybe, just maybe, he could be forgiven by his friend from beyond the grave.

A sigh left the man as he made his way down the path along side the graves. He had memorized where the headstone was. As he approached he heard a voice. An oddly familiar one. He wasn't disturbing someone else who was here, was he? He looked up from the path and spotted the familiar form of Osamu Dazai, settling himself down behind the tombstone. Was he... talking to Odasaku? Ango couldn't blame him. He did the same thing when he visited. He sucked in a breath as he listened. Should he go? Come back later when he'd be alone? No, he couldn't possible do that. But would Dazai be okay with him joining him in mourning?

Ango closed the rest of the distance between him and the front of Odasaku's grave. Now that he was here, reading his friend's name carved into the stone, he almost choked. He cleared his throat before speaking. "Odasaku never minded your company, you know that. He would have let you know if he did mind," He said. Carefully, he set the flowers at the tombstone before making his way to the side of the grave to face his old friend. "You'll never truly forget him... at leat, that is what I've been told." Ango offered the brunette a small, sad, smile.

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the statement kind of caught her off of guard, but she couldn’t help laugh lightly at what he had said. the executive shook her head, but murasaki was smiling all the while. “ that’s a very informal way to propose, don’t you think, ango ? ” the blonde was, of course, teasing him. it was just in her natural and it was hard not to be comfortable around him. she turned in her stool at the bar with her drink in hand. she leaned back against the bar, eyes briefly looking to the staircase. the other two were late, but that gave her time to address what he said.

“To be completely honest, love, I didn’t mean to ask you like this,” He admitted. If it were his way, he would have taken her somewhere much nicer. Not that the Lupin Bar wasn’t nice, it’s just not where he wanted to propose. But since the cat was out of the bag, he might as well go along with it. With a sigh he brought his bag up into his lap and carefully dug through it to present a small velvet box. He turned to face her completely, nothing between them. “Your words mean more to me than I could ever express, Murasaki. Leave it to me to mess up one of the most important things I’ll ever do. Even if I technically already asked, I want to ask you properly.” He opened the small box to reveal the ring that was carefully placed inside. 

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