twenty-fourth breath ✧ voice/action

[musubi]

[Filtered from Naoki - 50%]

Sso.

So.

Firs'... a salute, no - toast, to th'fine men an' women curren'ly serving in the draft. Hats off, motherfuckers.

[Isamu has been holed up since the draft started. Clearly, he hasn't been doing anything productive.]

Should've... should've fuckin' volunteered, maybe.

...Had a second point. Forgot what it was.

[Action is open to the few people who might want to make this their business.]

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[Of course Naoki hacked it. That he's feeling stung still doesn't change that he has concern for Isamu and Richard still. And now that he's had a couple of days to cool off from his indignant feelings and anger from what Isamu said (he really brought up how I almost killed him...? was he trying to make me feel guilty enough to stay? what would that have accomplished?), he can keep a quiet eye on him.

To make sure he doesn't go doing anything like--well. Basically like this. And he half thinks he drove Isamu to it. Perhaps so. A lot of things he should've said he didn't. But--how could he have? When he was being accused and yelled at as he was by his supposed-to-be best friend? There's only so much a person can take, and Naoki can't take being treated like that, like he was the one in the wrong.

...

He's seen Sanji's response to this, however, so shuts his mouth from where he was about to say something. Or maybe do something. He'd likely just aggravate the issue.

Doesn't mean he won't be keeping an eye on this entry.]