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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[Action]

[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.]

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[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.

[Action]

[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?

[Action]

[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.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs.]

Works fine for me. But I don't got as many friends as you do or nothin'. Maybe it's different.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Yeah, because I have people lining up to hang out with me.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

More than me. Most of my friends I'm related to.

[Anyways. This convo's probably gonna get them nowhere.]

You goin' back to bed? I gotta go work out and tell Donnie you're here.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

I'll do that, yeah... Don't worry.

[He'll be heading back that way now, in fact.]

[Action]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Sorry his room smells like dirty socks 8|

If Isamu needs him, he'll be lifting weights in the room at the end of the hall for the next couple hours. After that, he'll clean the bathroom, take a shower, then grab a bowl of cereal to eat in front of the TV. He won't make an effort to bother his friend, but Isamu's free to bother him whenever. If not, he's cool with doing their own thing.]