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      “I...” What is she supposed to say to that? Many questions rush through her mind, but none of them make it to the open air, and she knows she must look quite strange, lips parting and then shutting over and over as words refuse to come out. Second? He had tried this before? ...wait. He looks familiar. Recognition of a face she had been told about ( or had seen ) makes the words come and she tries to be a little less... nervous around someone like him.

      “I-I’m sorry, but that would be a no,” Why would she want to commit suicide with him? He truly is as he is spoken about. She’s unsure if that’s a good or bad thing. “I have t-too much work to do to, um... commit suicide with you.” This isn’t the conversation she had planned to have today, let alone with him.

‘ No I’m not alright. ’

Dazai ran his hands through his wet hair as he laid on the bank next to the river, his tone was depressed as he made no effort to move. Looking up at the girl he knew immediately that she was American, easily coming to the conclusion that she was a foreigner from The Guild. This is something he can very much use to his advantage, something he could do to get information.

‘ I’m not alright at all! ’ He started again.‘ I thought this second drowning attempt would work, but it seems I was over calculating how far the stream ran before it hit a dead end. ’ His expression seemed to brighten a little as he shot up from his laid back position, crawling to his knees so he could look up at her.

‘ Or maybe it led me to you! You a beautiful lady who would commit suicide with me! Just imagine the beauty! ’

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      His words don’t get her down. Why would they? He is similar to Fitzgerald in that way; he never follows the plan but manages to somehow go along with it regardless. How they do it, she’ll never understand, but she supposes that all is fair in love and war. At the confirmation of something she’s already known, she shrugs it off and keeps up her nervous smile.

      “Well, as long as it isn’t completely devastating to the rest of those following my own, then I suppose being your own boss isn’t all that bad?” The words end with what sounds to be a question, as she doesn’t quite get why someone wouldn’t want to have a set plan in motion before doing something. To each their own? “Are-- are you taking a break, then?”

He can dream that ‘please do nothing’ is directed at him. Sadly, life is perpetually difficult. Lovecraft doesn’t notice Alcott’s anxiety; he instead just waits. A question was asked, so a response is expected– no reason to declare it a lost cause yet. Silence, excepting only the shifting around of papers, stretches around the room and makes itself quite comfortable for a bit.

          “No. My plans are always the same.” That’s probably rude to say to her face, but at least he’s honest. It doesn’t matter what Alcott writes, every single conflict Lovecraft is in goes the same way and will continue to go the same way. It is as follows: do whatever his partner says to do (unless it is not Steinbeck, then evaluate how petulant he wants to be), wait until said partner is out of commission, then absolutely flatten anyone in any radius of him. Fin. Lovecraft has the functionality and strategy capabilities of a small atomic bomb. Notes from Alcott are not going to change this, so he fails to care.

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I MAY CALL LOVECRAFT MORI BUT THAT DOESN’T MATTER BECAUSE MY DAUGHTER IS A PRECIOUS BEAN LOVE HER

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      A question that she knows the answer to before he can even get it out. Why was she following him? Through the backstreets and gang territory, risking her life to find someone who clearly didn’t want to be found, but needed to? “Because.” After a few moments, she smiles.

      “Because he needs me more than ever now, and I need him just the same. He is my leader and someone that I’ve known for a long time. I won’t give up on him no matter what.” She lets out a breath and tilts her head slightly.

                --- “Don’t you have someone like that?”

   ❛ ah, that reminds me… the guild’s more or less disbanded i hear from one of your former members. what are you still doing around here – don’t you have family back home in america? ❜

   There was nothing else holding her to this land, aside from perhaps her leader who had gone missing… Ranpo personally felt Fitzgerald had been given what he deserved, being thrown into the ocean like that. Such was the fate of picking a war in their home’s front yard, he figured.

    ❛ you don’t really match the qualities of the other guild members. why were you following that man? ❜

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me: *says mori when talking about neko’s blog* bro: that’s not mori that’s lovecraft

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Sometimes fleeing            takes the most courage.

a story told by vixi. art credit.

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Love is a great beautifier.

Louisa May Alcott (via wordsaresinging)

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Have regular hours for work and play; make each day both useful and pleasant, and prove that you understand the worth of time by employing it well. Then youth will bring few regrets, and life will become a beautiful success

Louisa May Alcott, Little Women (via coffee-and-quotes)

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callout post for @hyperdetect

wants mori to fist him

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Be worthy love, and love will come.

Louisa May Alcott, Little Women (via coffee-and-quotes)

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For she seemed to live in a happy world of her own, only venturing out to meet the few whom she trusted and loved

Louisa May Alcott ~ Little Women (via ecstasticdisasters)

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Well, mother’s getting mad at me again for no reason so I oughta go

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                                       Most likely...

                      SHE’S                         NEVER                       CONSIDERED   HERSELF                       I   M   P   O   R   T   A   N   T.

                                     narrated by vixi.

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      Unlike with most others, she finds it easy to talk to the Fitzgerald family; maybe that’s merely because of her being close to the leader and having successfully found a friend in him ( whereas most of the people she knows she holds at arm’s length, emotionally ). “It’s a bit muggy for me personally, but not unpleasantly so.” Louisa absentmindedly comments, smile not wavering, unlike her voice typically does. “Like the weather, I presume you’re doing well, ma’am?”

ღ — AN ILLNESS OF THE MIND or an illness of the physique, or one coinciding           with the other, doctors know not. For that reason, medical professionals of all           sorts have been shooed on her accord. Another fellow clad in a white coat           had left with no results that morning which leaves the still DAZZLING Mrs.           Fitzgerald alone on this balcony with the young woman by her side. Delicate            digits curl around the cold railing as she blows a HUM out to be whisked away            by the winds.

‘ It is … It has been so dreary the past few days. I miss the sun. ’

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      Wow. She had heard quite a bit about Edogawa Ranpo ( mostly about his not-ability that he refuses to acknowledge as pure intellect, about his prowess on the field without much knowledge at all ) but this was certainly new. His attitude and mannerisms were not gifted knowledge to her. She sighs, somehow already expecting the words, despite never hearing them before. “Thanks.” She’s much too tired for this, Ranpo.

    ❛ alcott? ❜   That name seems to resurface in the pit of his memory, a hand suddenly lifting to point at the woman accusingly —– it’s offensive, but what is he if not teetering on that and bleeding sheer arrogance?  ❛ ohh!! the guild’s tactitian! edgar wrote notes on you in his papers i won off of him… you’re the person behind all their ideas, huh? ❜

   The plans he foiled, but anyway–

    ❛ i was expecting someone more… well, not you. ❜

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Alcott: Why should someone want to harm Fitzgerald?

Lucy: Maybe because they met him? Did I say that?

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I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning to sail my ship.

Little Women, by Louisa May Alcott (via chocolatepigat221bteasatfour)