#bookmcde

After leaving the Port Mafia, he hadn't picked up a rocks glass since. He thought about leaving it in the past as part of Oda's final wish. To share a glass with old friends didn't feel like something appropriate to do with Kunikida and Atsushi. And yet, there was a certain itch to it. A wish to look back at the past and relive a part of it where they didn't worry for the worst.

And so, he sent a text to an old friend. As the detective waited at the bar they frequented before, he hummed in wait. Ordering himself a glass and another for the friend in question. The approaching footsteps brought a light smile to his features, leaning against the countertop in waiting.

❛❛ Did you still remember that day? That day when you said that that would be the last time the three of us would be together? ❜❜ A finger traced around the ice sphere that floated over his drink. His gaze was affixed to it with curiousity (or did he not like to look at Ango with such familiarity that he didn't like to reminisce?) ❛❛ It didn't have to end there. I think he would've liked up to still be friends. ❜❜ He pushed the other's glass a bit closer to him, his smile widening a bit. ❛❛ Let's catch up, shall we? ❜❜

&. 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. ( accepting )

    Hearing the sound of his voice caused her to turn around. “Eh, have you been following me? That’s kind of creepy.” arms crossed over her chest as she eyes him up and down. Head tilting over once she finally notices what was in his hand.

    Was... Was that her pocket knife? Suddenly both hands move down to her hips. Patting both pockets as she groans internally. The fact that she didn’t notice that it fell out of her pants was embarrassing to her.

    “I see. ...Well, this is embarrassing.” There’s a moment of hesitation before Kaede turns her head away from Junichiro. “Normally I keep better track of my things, but apparently not this time.” A light blush adorns her cheeks as she holds a hand out towards him.

dazai turns around in his chair to face kunikida, biting his lip and placing his chin between his thumb and pointer finger . “ ahaha, cómo estás, shawty~ ? ”

@bookmcde​ said:  ❛ you alright? you look like you’ve seen a ghost. ❜  (Sofia for Ivan!)

             --- And his heart would beat loudly, so loudly he could feel it pulsing in his throat; like a distant war drum beating in his head. And each second of silence that followed her question that passed by was agonizing... he could feel the threads of his mind coming undone, 

                                ---- he knew her.

                                                      ---- HE RECOGNIZED HER. 

                    A ghost...  Yes, that was what it seemed like anyway.  He thought this woman to be dead, and now -- after all this time -- she was suddenly before him.  Dostoevsky had made claim to her death, though was vague about the details, he certainly had mentioned it a number of times. 

              But as time continued to pass, he finds himself smiling at the thought.  Had she cheated death?  How fascinating...  Eyes that once did everything they could to avoid making eye contact with her now stare at her with a troubling sort of gleam.