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twenty-fourth breath ✧ voice/action

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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.

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... [He has to think about this a moment.]

I... Maybe. Until Richard gets back...

Yeah, let's do that. Leo's off fightin' anyways.

[Isamu just nods, then leans forward so his forehead is against the turtle's arm.]

Guess we'll wait for you to sober up a little.

[He nods against the arm, then reaches forward to grip it.]

[Raph doesn't even bat an eye. He does this kind of cuddling with his brothers all the time, and in his mind, Isamu's about as close to a brother as any human's ever been.]

You'll be all right, okay? Whatever's eatin' at you, we'll work through it.

[He sighs.]

But you can't be drinkin' like this if we're gonna hang out. I can't be around the stuff anymore.

[He nods again. That doesn't require much thought.]

Yeah.

Okay.

[He falls silent again, distractedly wringing his hands. Is there something more he needs to say? He guesses he should ask for more detail about why Isamu's acting like this, but Raph figures he doesn't really care. That's his business and if he wants to talk about it, he can.]

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...Can I... Can I get outta here now, rather'n later?

It's a long walk, but if you wanna.

[Isamu mutters a curse. Walking's not something he's sure he can do.]

You're just tryin' to get me to let you ride on my shell.

[He chuckles weakly.] Aw, man. You got me.

Sneaky bastard.

[Raph gets up and motions for Isamu to stand too.]

C'mon, dumbass. I'm only gonna do this once. Then you owe me.

[Isamu lets out a very short whimper as he finds himself with no one to lean on.

It takes him a moment to prepare to stand, and when he does the whole room spins about sickeningly. His legs are shaky and he nearly falls right over.]

[Raph grabs his arms before he can fall, then turns around and maneuvers enough to sling his friend over his back. He won't let go of his arms. He definitely won't trust Isamu to hang on. But at least he's a hell of a lot lighter than carrying a brother.

Unfortunately for Isamu, it's probably not very comfortable at all. Definitely not the ride he bargained for.]

You puke on me and you're dead.

[...Oh, that isn't a good movement.

Isamu has to cling dizzily to Raph without saying anything for a good few seconds or else he'll end up going directly against Raph's warning right then.]

R-right. [He swallows.] None of that.

[And off they go. When they get outside, he'll opt to walk along the river through the snow instead of taking the beaten path. He really doesn't want anyone to run into them like this, especially since they have to walk the entire length of the village.

After a while of traveling in silence, he'll jostle Isamu a little.]

You okay back there?

Nng...

[Isamu nods against Raph's shell before realizing the turtle probably can't feel that. He really doesn't want to speak...]

M'okay.

All right. 'Long as you ain't passed out or nothing.

[Don't worry, Isamu. Only a few more minutes and they'll be home. Even better, the place'll be empty. Or mostly, anyways. Don's doing his hermit-thing holed up in his room again, so he'll probably be scarce.]

[Not passed out yet, but not far from it. Isamu just clings weakly the rest of the way. Why had he though this would be a good idea?]

[Raph decides to truck him to his room instead of just dumping him on the couch. He probably shouldn't bother Donnie with his stupid friend's drama. Guy's got enough on his plate already.

Raph's room is pretty sparse save for a bed, a huge boom box stereo, and a shelf packed full of weapons. Yet it still manages to be messy. He obviously hasn't dusted or vacuumed since they moved in almost eight months ago, and there's all sorts of junk on the floor. And yeah, those're definitely shuriken stuck in the ceiling above his bed. The place probably feels more like a cave than a room, and smells faintly like a gym locker. Cozy, huh? At least Isamu's probably too trashed to notice or care.

Raph will just dump him in his unmade bed and shuffle off to get a bucket. 'Cause if you puke on his bed, he'll kill you for that, too.]

[Not puking yet, thankfully. (He did some of that earlier that morning.)

He just lays there dazedly losing focus on most things and staring at the ceiling. Maybe one of those... blurred whatever-they-were stuck up there will fall and put him out of his misery.]

[The soft thump of the bucket set down on the floor is probably the only thing that cues Raph's return. Frowning, he sits heavily on the end of the bed.]

Y'know, I almost died from this crud five days ago. I drank a whole bottle of whiskey in one go. Passed out and had a seizure.

[He doesn't remember the last part, but it scared him. He's still scared.]

You can't mess around with that shit when you're feelin' bad. It's too easy to just wanna drink yourself dead.

[That's generally the idea, isn't it? Isamu doesn't mention this thought out loud, as he doesn't want to be smacked again. Instead, he just makes some noise that sounds like an agreement.

Then, in a more delayed response:] This your... public service 'nouncement?

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