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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.))
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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[It's a gentle, curious prompt.]
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That's all right. Practice makes perfect, after all, and we'll have plenty of time for that.
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[Come on, liquid courage. Isamu frowns, suddenly getting himself determined, then scoots his chair around so that it's right next to Richard's.]
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[...All right. Fuck this.]
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[Isamu isn't really the gentle, hugging sort. He moves quickly, meaning to straddle Richard's lap.]
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He nips a bit at Richard's neck, working a trail upward towards his ear.]
[Action] Me tagging this while dressed as Isamu = oddly hilarious
[Action] ...ffffff
As he's about to try and fix that problem, he suddenly stops, face still buried against the other's neck, breaths heavy.]
[Action] yay for cons!
Isamu... ?
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[He pulls back a little, face flushed.]
Not too far. Not yet.
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Only as far as you want.
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This isn't so awkward...]
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One kiss, coming right up.]
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