Week 5, Wednesday: Waver.

[thesettingsun]

[It's a reasonable assumption that the scythe currently sitting on top of the highest cabinet in the kitchen belongs to Dazai, and that's why he's climbed up on a counter reaching for it. It's just barely out of his reach.

As preoccupied with the scythe as he is, he still notices Waver come in.]

Sensei! Sorry, could you give me just - one second-

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[londonstar]

[ wow that's... definitely a thing. waver raises an eyebrow, but decides to approach dazai anyways. ]

Do you need help, Dazai?

[thesettingsun]

I almost have it!

[Dazai stretches as far as he possibly can.]

Maybe you should just stand back-

[In case he knocks the thing off the cabinet while trying to grab the hilt.]

[londonstar]

[ well, waver is going to keep some distance between himself and dazai, because he's not in the mood for getting his head chopped off or something.

so all he can do is glare angrily. ]

If you get hurt trying to get that damned thing then god help me.

[thesettingsun]

I won't get hurt!

[Finally, Dazai manages to stretch far enough to grab onto it. The moment he touches the handle, the scenery changes. The letters floating in the sky might attract Waver's attention before the man calling out to Dazai does.

It's a painful, shameful memory. Dazai always is horrible to his teachers, so much so that they're justified in wanting nothing to do with him. When Waver sees this, sees him crying so pathetically, surely Waver will abandon him too.]