“say … kyouka-chan , what was in that file that was so interesting?“ it’s a test of faith — words filtered from coarse pumice lips , silver tongue ensnared behind a liar’s teeth. he’s smiling , innocent and curious , but there’s nothing to his gaze ; this is an empty interaction. he’s asking questions he already knows the answers to. ( and does that not apply for all inquiries he brings to light? puzzles undone , pieces picked apart in the order that they have been placed. this is the ANATHEMA of his existence. ) the spoon in his cup of coffee is swirled once , and set to the rim with a soft clink before he takes a generous sip to warm his chilled insides. //@kaikanii.
◣ ✿ ◥ It wasn’t an unusual case; in fact, the story repeated itself over again in many different iterations: a mother who would do anything to protect her child. Kyouka only got halfway through the first page of the file before her thoughts trailed off, her eyes gazing lifelessly at the papers in front of her. It wasn’t what she expected when asking for her day’s assignment, so she hadn’t prepared to see something all-too-familiar. Someone probably messed up, for she doubted anyone in the agency would give this case to her on purpose. On the other hand, she didn’t want to pass off an assignment she’d already been given–how stubborn.
Dazai’s question snapped her out of her stupor. Turning her blank gaze to him, she collected her thoughts before responding. “If you’re not busy, do you mind helping me with this?” she asked, tone far emptier than her usual monotone.
