Doki Doki After Party Club

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[Later into the evening, everyone will find familiar handwritten notes on their doors. It's pretty obvious who it's from:]

"Please come to the cafeteria if you don't want to be alone or talk some things out. Emiya (Shirou) will be preparing food. You're also welcome to bring your notebooks if you'd rather just write with company."

---Monika
[Those who decide to come will find nothing has really changed in the cafeteria, but Monika sitting at one of the tables while Shirou cooks in the kitchen. She has a new stack of notebooks and pens with her in case someone needs it. Monika does her best to greet everyone with a smile. The only real comfort though is the smell of good food.]

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[ososoi]

Ya can't do thish t' me! I needed thaht!

[ The drunken NEET stands up and starts batting at the older man again. ]

I need tha' shit! Do ya know how shitty things ha' behn?!

[donotlick]

[ It's fine. Hank's gonna do that funny thing where he puts a hand on Osomatus's head to keep him at arm's length. Whether or not Osomatsu can actually reach him is totally up to you. ]

Yeah. I do, actually.

[ososoi]

[ Oso's gonna wave his arms around like a pinwheel in a vain attempt to attack Hank. ]

So do I! All thi' shit! All this-- fuck! Ya kno' what I need? Not this!

[donotlick]

I meant more the alcoholism thing, but you do you, little guy.

[ Oh, good, living that gag anime life. ]

You wanna work out your feelings? You wanna forget all this happened? Fine. Just don't let me catch you drinking this much again, got it?

[ososoi]

Fuuuuck that! [ Osomatsu steps back so that Hank isn't holding his head anymore. ] What if I don'' wanna work out mah feelins'?! Forgettin' isn't tha' easy when yer s-uh-suh-sober! I don'' wanna rememba' all this death! All this fffffuckin' 'dead and gone forever'! I don't wanna deal wit' this!

[donotlick]

[ Hank shakes his head, crossing his arms. ]

Too bad. You gotta deal with it eventually, kid. You wanna end up like me? Some sad sack of shit who can't even go 4 days without a damn drink?

[ososoi]

I-I duhnno, I--

[ Well, it's a good thing alcohol seems to be limited to regains. God only knows what would happen then. ]

I hate this! Where I am come fr-from, death didn'' used t' be so dam irre-i-irrevershible! But now people are dyin' 'ere and the''re not coming back! And tha' scares me! Death is fuckin' scary 'ere! I don'' wanna deal wit' it! I HATE IT! [ As Oso yells the last part at Hank, his voice cracks. ]

[donotlick]

Woah, shit, slow down, kid.

[ Hank just... wow. He places a hand on Osomatsu's shoulder. That's... a lot. ]

Take a breath. Start over. Did you say people come back from the dead where you're from?

[ososoi]

Uh--Uh... [ Deep breaths... ] Yeh, kinda. I'm a gag anime char'cter, so I die fer laughs a lot. But... not the same 'ere. I'm not there an'more.

[donotlick]

[ Blink blink. ]

You're an anime character?

[ Does Mitarai know? Is that the kind of thing he'd be into? ]

[ososoi]

Yuuuh, tha's right. [ And Mitarai definitely knows by this point. ]

I jus'... I never had t' deal wit' death li'e thish b'fore. It'z scary here.

[donotlick]

[ What the fuck. Hank is not equipped for this 4th-wall aware shit. ]

O... kay.

[ Is it because he's drunk? Please be because he's drunk. ]

Well, uh, I hate to break it to you, kid, but this is the real world. And shit doesn't work like that here.

[ososoi]

[ Well, meta-awareness isn't listed on Oso's profile as a skill for nothing. ]

...

[ Even when Osomatsu's drunk off his ass, the idea of dying forever still freaks him out. If this is the real world, he wants out. ]

...I wanna go home...

[donotlick]

[ Hank smiles sadly. Anime or not, Osomatsu's just a kid. Hank pats him on the head. ]

I know, kiddo. Shit fucking sucks here.

[ososoi]

[ Osomatsu's eyes widen as Hank pets him. His drunken brain clearly wasn't expecting that, so it takes him a bit off-guard. ]

[ It... reminds him of what he occasionally did with his brothers. ]

[ Gradually, he starts trembling and grabs the front of Hank's shirt before resting his forehead against the older man's chest. ]

[ He doesn't seem to be crying yet... but he's pretty close. ]

[donotlick]

[ Aw, kid. It's okay. Hank seems to be playing this role more and more as time goes on, but he doesn't pull away when Osomatsu starts clinging to him, either. ]

It's alright. Let it out.

[ososoi]

J-Just...

[ Osomatsu speaks in a grim tone, only barely loud enough for the both of them to hear. ]

Don't let me die. For the love of god, please don't let me die.

[donotlick]

[ Christ, kid. What else can Hank say to that? ]

I won't.

[ He's a cop. He's... supposed to do better. So he will. Maybe...? ]

[ososoi]

[ And with that, the dam breaks. Osomatsu finally bursts into ugly sobbing, crying into Hank's chest, his drunken mind not caring that he's doing this where people can see him. ]

[ He'll probably deny this sort of thing tomorrow, when he's sober. But for now, he'll just cry. ]

[ It's gonna be a very long two months. ]

[donotlick]

[ Hank lets him cry, even rubs his back while the kid just loses it. It's cool, he doesn't like this shirt anyway. Just let it all out.

It's gonna be some long fucking months, that's for sure. ]

I know, kid. I know.