dazai osamu radio show, #...4???????

[nullificates]

(you know that voice. you know it. you simply do.)

Good afternoon, Aldrip, ladies, gentlemen, everything in between, clowns, twats, twits, everyone, gather around, this is the Dazai Radio Show! As you know, blablablabla, we fought some strange things, got some gadgets, went to the desert, talked to a very handsome fairy man -- (dazai's voice becomes muffled, as he speaks into the distance,) did someone even get his number? For no particular reasons-- No? Ugh, really?! Fine, fine. Anyway, that is not what I was going to get at! Today, we have no news, but instead, let's get to our roots! This is our advice program. Need help with a girl? I'm here for you! Need help with a boy? Get better taste! Fufufufufufu!!!!!

Want to prank your idiot roommate so he can't ever reach for the sugar?! I got you! Want to build a death trap above your bed?! I got you! Ah, let's hear what the community has to say! Please, Aldrip, speak! We are all here for you!

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[nullificates]

That's the thing, though. I don't care about what you've done. I care what are you going to do from here on out.

(it feels like talking to kyouka, if instead of being a 13-year-old serial killer, she was a teenage boy with a sea of angst. so what if there was murder? who in his proximity hasn't committed one or two hundred?)

I don't think you're understanding me correctly, so allow me to be blunt! Giving a shit enough to try is change in itself. I know for a fact I won't ever be perfect, nor will I ever find what I am looking for. However, life's a little bit more interesting, or perhaps even a tiny part tolerable and bearable like this.

[murderingjustice]

Yet you talk like I should care about your past. As if you were the big bad monster of our nightmares. Ridiculous.

[Because really, Akechi isn't interested in a pissing contest on who's more awful. As far as he's concerned they're on the same starting point]

So that is your answer. [Destruction is inevitable, but do it for your own sake. Be it amusement or fabricated sense of hope.]

[nullificates]

Ah, I don't mind if you care or you don't. You're the one seeking answers, I've found mine.

It is so. I made a promise, so here I am. Your own man without any ulterior motives might make you do so one day. It's a promise I'd give him forever, every day, should I have the chance. I cannot, so please, choose correctly.

[murderingjustice]

[Squint. Press x to Doubt and so on.]

Here is hoping he'll wake up from this stupidity before that. [Which, honestly, Akira won't. Akechi knows that he will not give up on him, which is the source of the hurt. Because if he won't he knows it'll bring Akira to ruin and if he will? Well, then it's Akechi's end.] But it hardly matters. Sooner or later he will go back to his own reality, without remembering a thing from here. So whether I'll become good won't be helping him in the long run.

[nullificates]

Who's talking about him? I'm talking about you. Didn't you say you're already dead? This is your last chance for change. Your last chance of having this. Who cares about Akira? Help yourself, this is not about him.

cw suicidal ideation?? Kinda.

[murderingjustice]

[You piece of shit.]

I'm fine. [He, in fact, is not fine.] And you'd be wrong, it's my third chance. And just like before I'm satisfied with my death and willing to tear this place down for robbing that choice away from me.

[nullificates]

Then go for it. Enjoy being miserable.

(like he isn't, but the point is the TRYING.)

Any more questions?