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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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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?

Maybe it is.

Heh... Shit.

Man...

[And here come those tears again.]

Man, I'm so sorry, man...

[He lets out a breath, but this time, there's obvious sympathy. He knows you can't always be tough, and he knows sometimes you just gotta cry. Life sucks. Everyone has their own ways of dealing with it.]

I just don't want you to end up like me. Nobody should end up like me. You ain't the only loser around here, you know.

We just got shitty ways of dealin' with stuff, I guess.

[When Isamu next breathes in, it turns into a choked sob and he rolls over onto his side.

He's soon crying in earnest, shoulders shaking.]

[Raph stares at the floor and says nothing. You're really breaking his heart here, buddy. Really. He wishes there was more he could do for you.]

[He passes out eventually, still laying like that, sleeves damp from his tears.]

[Raph won't leave him. He'll stay awake as long as he can. And when he can't, he'll drag his brother's futon from the room across the hall and sleep on the floor by his friend's side.

Hopefully things will be better in the morning.]

['Better' isn't remotely close to the word Isamu would have used for what the morning brought.

He keeps all groaning to himself, though it takes him a little while to even piece together where he is. Not wanting to ask Raph for help right away, he lays still until he thinks he can crawl toward the edge of the bed and make for the bathroom.

The first part he manages. The next might take another few moments as he sits and clutches at his head.]

[That morning, Raph decided to sleep in at least until Isamu's awake. He didn't want to leave him to wake up alone in some strange room or anything. Raph knows a little too well how much that sucks.

The groaning wakes him, and he sits up on the futon as his buddy struggles to get his bearings.]

G'mornin', sunshine. You look like shit.

[As for Raph himself, he probably looks freakin' weird without his mask or gear. But what's a naked turtle between friends?]

Edited 2011-03-03 21:21 (UTC)

[Why are you speaking, Raph? He's gonna shoot you.]

I feel worse.

[Though he'd expected all of this. He'd already dealt with it the day before. Not as bad, admittedly, and not too long after he'd gone right back to the bottle again.

His legs are shaky.]

Can you... get me some water? [Despite feeling nauseous, this is needed badly.]

Yeah, sit down. [He gets up and gestures to the bucket on the floor by the bed.] Bucket's there if ya need it.

[Then he'll go to get your water without complaint.]

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