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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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[And that bucket can stay there. The idea of chucking into that is enough to keep him from doing it. Just as long as he doesn't lift his head.

He's going to make it to the bathroom eventually, dammit.]

[Action]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[In a minute, Raph'll return with full water glass in hand, holding it out for Isamu to grab.]

Here's your beverage, Princess.

[In his other hand, he's got a couple little white pills, offering them in his open palm.]

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[Isamu nods his thanks and takes it carefully. If nothing else, it might get some of the bad taste out of his mouth. The pills are set on his tongue and followed by a slow gulp. Just the thought of tossing anything back right now causes his head to pound harder.]

...Thanks, man.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

No problem. Need anything else?

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[A gun? Maybe something large and sharp to remove his head from his shoulders.]

N-not yet.

[Action]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Let's try to ignore the fact that Raph's room is practically an armory.]

All right.

[He plucks his mask from where it hangs off one of his stereo speakers and ties it on.]

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[He stares at the floor, willing the light to stop stabbing him in the eyes.]

...Did you really carry me on your back? Or did I just dream that part up?

[Action]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[A grin sweeps across his face.]

Ha. Yeah. All the way across the village. Don't worry. Nobody saw. Nobody knows you're here, either.

[Action]

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[He groans, rubbing at his forehead.]

That was fucking uncomfortable. Let's not do it again.

[Action]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Don't look at me! It was your idea. Ain't my fault you humans are so soft.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well next time...

[He finally attempts a rise to his feet.

Oog.

Eyes shut, he stumbles a little to remain upright and manages something not quite stable.]

...Okay, there won't... be a next time. I-if you ever have to carry me ag-- Where's your damned bathroom?

[Action]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Raph moves lightening-quick to Isamu's side, pulling and arm over his shoulder. If he cooperates, he'll guide him quick as he can to the bathroom. You are not puking on his carpet.]

Through the living room. C'mon.

[Action]

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[Isamu follows silently, because he doesn't trust himself to open his mouth until he's inside.]

Just... give me a few minutes.

[Alone, preferably.]

[Action]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Sure.

[He scoots out of the room and closes the door behind him, but doesn't move any further. He'll be right outside.]

[Action]

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[And the next few minutes aren't pleasant, so this space is going to be filled with thoughts of flowers and butterflies instead.

He shrugs his shirt off and splashes a few good handfuls of water on his face once he's done, leaning against the sink for a while. He won't come back out until he's dried off, shirt tossed over one shoulder.]

[He leans against the doorframe.] ...Okay. No more worries there.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well I ain't done worryin' about you yet. [But he's kind of at a loss about what to do next. Usually his brothers are too mad at him for drinking to be much help, so all he does is wallow around the house when he's hungover.]

[Action]

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Well, just... don't try and feed me just yet.

[The thought of food on its own makes him go a little greener in the face, not that he really has anything left to throw up.]

...I'm sorry for this shit, man.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Eh, what're friends for? [He offers him a half-smile.] Just remember that you owe me.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Oh, of course. Can't forget that.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Damn straight. [He peers into the bathroom, assessing the damage. If anyone's gonna clean it, it's gonna be him.] Just go back to bed or somethin', all right? Sleep it off. You'll feel better.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[It's nothing terrible. He was sober enough to get everything where it needed to go.]

I guess... yeah.

[He steps forward to lean wearily against Raph's shell.] Don't... Don't talk to Naoki about this, okay?

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Wasn't planning on it. I barely know the guy.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Good.

[He rubs at his eyes again.]

If only I thought more rest would make me feel less like a fool.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[He roughly rests a hand on Isamu's shoulder in a way that's meant to be reassuring.]

Eh, who cares what they think? Everybody does stupid stuff. If people don't like it, they can mind their own damn business.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[The hand almost knocks him off balance, but not quite.]

Heh... Not sure it really works that way.