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These are not works of art. No human being is a work of art. Art is not
human.

José Carlos Somoza, Clara and twilight

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♥︎Test Me- Melanie Martinez

<This is going to be a
long chapter so take into
account the break
in the middle.

The furball croaked loudly as he entered new apartment in Dazai's warm arms, wagging his tail slightly in satisfaction. This animal was really naive or stupid to just follow them like that.

Cat moved head around, using the other senses to assess rooms, with precision.
The man placed cat on the floor with a calm smile, stroking it with care - or something similar in a rare display of gentleness.

Viera set shopping bag down next to her, taking off shoes, leaning hand against the wall.

For some reason, she felt a strange feeling of foreboding for half the day, and it got worse with every step she took towards this apartment, being more and more difficult to ignore it. It was becoming overwhelming, and this cat only multiplied dark thoughts.

She lifted her head, watching Dazai walk further into.

...

Only god could punish her - make her feel guilty. Is that a bad thing? What is bad?

Fyodor taught her to say prayers, ask the God for help, to become strong enough, to wash out dirty sins - like washing hands covered in blood, it stays despite everything. A texture, a memory that never dies.

But did she believe in god? ....she could, she should...but she would never defeat to him as a human being, fall on your knees and beg like a saved. Death and haven were nothing; simply a new hope for people who are afraid. She one of those.
And the god should known this.

"Damn.."

She hissed softly when her finger got pinched for the second time by accident,
pushing sharp edge of a drager, from her thing, inside. Never tried playing with locks, breaking themby chance in any way. The sounds were even more unpleasant, grinding of metal on metal.

Viera knew the general theory of lock picking, but it wouldn't help her if she had two left hands for this type of tasks - or lack of equipment, which also had a lot of influence. The dagger seems to be stuck for good too, not wanting to come out a few minutes in endless fight.

That Dazai had to go somewhere too.

She sighed under her breath at the thought. Locking her in 'her' room was...almost irritating, or even irritating. Where had he gone? He had taken in a cat and gone, locking her in the room, such a troublesome human was that, or was he even a human? Viera felt as her thoughts were repeated.

"Не лезь поперёд батьки в пекло."

[Translation"Don't rush ahead of your father into the fire."]

Girl straightened up and talking to herself under the breath inconspicuously, barely in a sarcastic whisper. She snapped her fingers a few times, trying to focus on a solution to this situation that was far better than pointlessly stabbing at the door with a dagger.

"черт возьмет это"

[Translation"damn it" or "chart take it from me"]