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.))

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Nn... [Isamu can't exactly protest.]

So... What now?

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[ledbythewind]

Whatever you'd like. I did say you could set the pace, after all.

[And Richard is feeling decidedly agreeable in general right now, too.

Also, he's never really been on a proper "date" before, so it's not as if he has much in the way of experience.]

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

You did.

Um.

How about we just make something here? Food, I mean. Like dinner.

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[ledbythewind]

I promise not to set the kitchen on fire in the process.

[A romantic dinner does sound nice, though, and at least Isamu hadn't been around to witness his French cooking fail the other day.]

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Heh. I think we'll be fine.

We'll just... not make anything fancy.

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[ledbythewind]

We could always try okonomiyaki. Aside from burning it, I can't think of many ways that we could get that wrong.

[Okay, so it's not really a typical Valentine's dinner, but who cares?]

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a plan to me.

[Action]

[ledbythewind]

Then it's settled.

[And Richard totally isn't taking this opportunity to slide his arms around Isamu's waist and pull him close. Nope.]

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Heh...

[Isamu does nothing to protest this.]

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[ledbythewind]

[... at this rate, it may take them a while to get around to actually making dinner. Not that Richard is complaining.]