thirty-third breath ✧ voice/action

[musubi]

[Today, Isamu makes a public post from a public place. That is to say that he's sitting with his journal open in the middle of the clothing store, up on one of the tables where he's moved aside a pile of assorted coats.

He looks serious, thoughtful, though he hasn't actually picked out anything yet.]

Those of you who work with the filial spirits here... How did you get them to work with you? Because I'm trying to figure out what makes them work with some people and not with others.

[For the longest time, the only one that would respond to him was Nala, and he feels lucky to have managed that much sometimes.

What this has to do with him sitting among piles of clothes isn't all that apparent.]

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[i_speak_softly]

[Don wants to talk to Isamu, about serious things. But he doesn't want to just say so. Instead, he studies the images in the journal for a while, choosing his opening.]

I'm going to assume this is because you realized Richard's new clothes are great, and now you want the same ones.

[musubi]

...Huh? Oh, the clothes?

Yeah, damn. You caught me. I've been digging all through here for a badass biker jacket.

[i_speak_softly]

If only any of us had a bike to go with it.

[musubi]

Dude, I could go for one of those with or without the jacket. Get tired of walking everywhere.

[i_speak_softly]

I can offer you a simulated bike in your choice of simulated locations, but that's about it.

[musubi]

What, like virtual reality?

[i_speak_softly]

Were you aware we had a facility for that in the village? Or is it too far for you to walk to?

[musubi]

I know we have a battle dome - which I've been to, thank you very much.

[Filtered]

[i_speak_softly]

Next time you're there, try... try Donatello Eight.

[His momentary distraction is due to the effort involved in making a strong filter. Once it's in place, he changes the subject.]

I read Leo's journal.

[Filtered]

[musubi]

[He's about to ask if there are any porn programs while he's at it, but is (thankfully) cut off by the next comment.]

You did, huh? How'd that work out?

[Filtered]

[i_speak_softly]

Not the most pleasant reading experience I've ever had.

... But I don't regret it. Not yet, at least.

[Filtered]

[musubi]

I didn't figure it would be. But if you're not left too much worse off for it, then I'm glad.

You aren't, are you?

[Filtered]

[i_speak_softly]

Only lightly traumatized.

I could use a distraction, though.

[Filtered]

[musubi]

Well as long as it's only lightly, right?

[Yeah, he can understand that.]

You wanna spar? I've been trying to visit the dome more, but my form is way off.

[Filtered]

[i_speak_softly]

Sure. I owe you a chance to punch me back.

[Filtered]

[musubi]

[Isamu smirks.]

I like how you don't say it's guaranteed.

[Filtered]

[i_speak_softly]

I don't feel that bad about punching you.

[Filtered]

[musubi]

That's alright. Most people don't.

You want me to bring the staff?

[Filtered]

[i_speak_softly]

Can't hurt your chances.

[Probably won't improve them either, but shh.]

[Filtered]

[musubi]

Haha, right.

[He needs protective gear.]

Where you wanna meet?

[Filtered]

[i_speak_softly]

Doesn't matter to me.

[Filtered]

[musubi]

Oh fine, leave it in my hands, then.

How about your place? I don't know if my yard is the best sparring location.

[Filtered]

[i_speak_softly]

Um... [He takes a moment to mentally review the state of the house and its occupants.] That's fine. I'll wait outside for you.

[Filtered]

[musubi]

Sweet. I'll be right there.

[And then he shuts the book to head on over.]

[Filtered]

[i_speak_softly]

[When Isamu gets to House 55, he'll find Don in the yard, practicing with his bo and making it obvious that he's spent many, many hours doing exactly this.]