Apr 15
i don't really respond to threats. i just kind of tune it out.
"mm." oda listens to @nullfier over the line as he multitasks. the lock gives under his hand, and he slips inside. "and here i thought you liked being difficult on purpose." crossing the room, he heads straight for the cabinets and shelves. files come free without delay, and in less time than expected he locates what he was sent for. he flips through pages one-handed. checking, confirming— everything's in order, exactly as described. that should be the end of it. but it isn't. he doesn't know why. only that it feels wrong. commotion bleeds through on dazai's end. "...doesn't sound like it's helping."