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The following morning was their last full day on the river. Everyone was relieved, as this trip had been a train wreck so far. Sigma’s hair was even more of a train wreck, because he hadn’t brushed it this morning. Lucy noticed, and when Fyodor wasn’t looking, She rebraided Sigma’s hair.
Once again, the Port Mafia’s raft was the first to leave, followed by the agency, and then the guild, plus the stragglers who called themselves the DOA. Sigma had had a brief crash out, refusing to paddle, leaving the task to Nikolai.
He promptly regretted his decision after the fool flipped the raft “accidentally”, and decided that he would endure it a bit longer for the sake of staying alive. After Sigma took control of the oars again, the clown resumed his risky position at the front of the boat.
On the port mafia raft, Higuchi was happily talking to Gin while the latter was simply looking at her adoringly. Kouyou was now using Golden Demon to paddle their boat, giving Chuuya a break. Akutagawa was hiding from the sun under an umbrella. Again.
Chuuya was just about to take a drink of lemonade (he hadn’t brought any wine on the trip, just in case it got stolen.) when he heard an annoyingly familiar voice.
“Hey Chuuya! Wanna be like Randou and Verlaine and have a super gay makeout session?” Dazai squealed from the agency raft.
Chuuya rolled his eyes and crushed the lemonade can, “Randou is dead, and Verlaine holed himself in the basement for years. I don’t think we want to be like them.”
“Ohh to be like Rimbaud. Death is so enticing!”
“If you wanna die so bad, I can help you.” Chuuya offered sarcastically.
Dazai’s eyes lit up, “You wanna double suicide? After all these years! Finally!”
“WHAT? NO, I WAS SAYING I WAS GONNA KILL YOU!” Chuuya shouted, throwing his crushed lemonade can at the menace.
Yosano watched, amused, “I told you they were in love, Atsushi! 1,000 yen please.”
Atsushi sighed and gave her the money. He and the doctor had a bet, and he knew now that he had lost.
Dazai turned around quickly, “Yosano! Give Atsushi his money back, I’m straight.”
“Yeah, me too.” Yosano sarcastically quipped, pocketing the currency.
Kouyou detected the sarcasm and laughed, “Well, doctor, If I have a chance, would you allow me to take you to dinner one of these days? Since Dazai and Chuuya are so set on hating each other, at least one couple should be formed on this trip.”
Yosano smiled sharply, looking unfazed. (She wasn’t unfazed, she was internally panicking) “I’d love that.”
Kunikida dropped the oars in shock, “Akiko! She’s in the Port Mafia!”
“Oh shit I forgot about that.”
Finally, they reached camp. Another failure of a day, sure. But Dazai was still set on learning the DOA’s plans.