twenty-third breath ✧ voice/action

[musubi]

[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.))

Comments

[Voice]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

... Alright.

[muttering] But you're stuck with table duty for a week.

[Voice]

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

...That's so lame.

[Voice]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Maaah, now wouldn't you consider it a small price to pay for me not making you talk?

[Voice]

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

...I suppose. You're still a cruel boss, though.

[Voice]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

That hurts, Isamu. [His soul, it bleeds from your judgment] I'd like to think of it as being efficient, that's all.

[Voice]

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah, sure.

Just remember I volunteered.

[Voice]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Tch, you volunteered to meet girls.

[Voice]

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Volunteering is volunteering.