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twenty-third breath ✧ voice/action

[Isamu is in the kitchen, searching the refrigerator while his journal lies open on the counter.]

Hey, Sanji. We're probably gonna be busy tonight, right? So you'll need me to come in?

[There's the hiss-pop sound of a soda can being opened.]

Unless of course there's some girl out there who really wants to be asked out by me, but I'm not holding my breath.

((Claimed by Richard. Any other comments should follow his.))

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Shhh!

You'll foil my master plan!

... unless, of course, you had someone specific you wanted to see in it?

[Because he's totally not jealous at the thought of Isamu being interested in someone else. Nope. Not at all.]

Edited 2011-02-14 21:28 (UTC)

Hmph. That'll be the day.

[It's not like it would look at all good on Richard or anything. And anyway, he's too damn tall.]

But if you don't have anything planned for tonight, why don't we spend it together? I'm sure the two of us can find some way to occupy ourselves that doesn't require women or dresses.

[But it's not a date. It's just hanging out as friends. Really. Therefore Naoki can't object, and besides... for some reason, he's not really sure he cares about what Naoki thinks right now anyway.]

[That sputtering noise is the sound of Isamu choking on his soda.]

Is something wrong?

[Oh damn. Maybe he came on a little too strong there...]

N-no! [cough] No, I'm fine.

That's... Yeah, that's cool. I can do that.

Then it's settled. Just the two of us, no girls allowed.

What would you like to do?

I dunno, man! It was your idea!

We could always go to Seventh Heaven...

I work at Seventh Heaven. Sanji might try and get me to scrub tables while I'm there.

Then just tell him that you deserve such a special day off. If he protests, I'll be happy to speak to him about it myself.

Won't he, uh. look at us funny and ask questions, though?

Does that bother you?

[Point-blank.]

Well. I mean. It could be awkward...

If you don't want to be seen with me, all you have to do is say so.

[That? That may be a slightly flirtatious tone right there.]

That's... That's not what I mean...

Then what do you mean?

[And he's standing in the kitchen doorway now, journal held loosely in one hand, an amused expression on his face.]

[Isamu gets a little red in the face and slams his journal shut.]

It's just... Usually I'm so... I mean...

Bad at expressing how you feel?

[Richard sympathizes on that end, man.]

...I was going to say 'adamant about being straight', but that works too.

In other words, you aren't certain about that?

[Well now, THIS is an interesting turn of events. Does this mean he actually has a chance?]

Well, I... I mean...

[This event isn't being easy on Isamu's instincts.]

You mean...?

[Richard, stop trolling, that isn't very nice.]

W-won't it be really crowded? Seventh Heaven, that is...

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