Isamu Nitta ([personal profile] musubi) wrote2011-03-10 06:04 pm
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twenty-fifth breath ✧ voice

[When Isamu speaks, his voice is incredibly shaky.]

You motherfuckers.

You fucking win. Are you happy?

[He doesn't clarify who he's speaking to, but the answer may be obvious.

Wanting to visit Naoki as often as he could get away with without being shooed off, the teen had headed up to his friend's apartment. But he wasn't there. It didn't look as if he'd ever been there.

He wasn't at the house. He wasn't at the New Feather lodges. He wasn't anywhere.

Naoki would have told him if he was leaving again, right? Things had just been starting to work out between them again...]


You can't... You can't do shit like this.

DO YOU HEAR ME? YOU CAN'T DO THIS.

[Filtered to Raphael, Richard, and Sanji]

He's gone.

I have to get out of here.

Just... don't look for me, okay?

[Unspoken: He'll be back. Maybe.]
godbent: (SO THAT IS A VAGINA)

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[personal profile] godbent 2011-03-11 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[...]

Yeah, that's it.
godbent: (/lol fetishes)

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[personal profile] godbent 2011-03-11 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
The conversation, you moron. It's over, right?

[And she couldn't bring herself to say "Sorry" or "Good luck" or anything so that was her attempt at a dismissal]

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[identity profile] causeblocked.livejournal.com 2011-03-11 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah.

Yeah, sure.