twenty-second breath ✧ voice/action

[musubi]

((ooc: backdated to morning))

[Someone is in your kitchen, Sanji.

That same someone is nursing a third cup of coffee and is far more jittery than normal after a certain event from the day before. And by jittery I mean his shaking hands come close to spilling the contents of his mug on more than one occasion.

His voice (still feminine since he's still stuck as a girl) isn't exactly steady, either.]

[filtered from Naoki and Richard]

Has it... e-ever really been this bad before? I-It's like they're hitting us with the whole year at once.

[The fact that he seems to have some abilities now doesn't even make him feel more secure. Maybe he can blame it on these female hormones later...]

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[mikanchibi.livejournal.com]

[There is a little girl glaring at you from the doorway, Isamu. WHAT DO.]

[musubifemme.livejournal.com]

[Wat. He's not making a mess or touching stuff aside from coffee fixings!

Isamu notices someone is nearby and blinks at her. Right. De-aged Nami.]

What do you want?

[mikanchibi.livejournal.com]

[Maybe she just likes glaring. Or...possibly it's because she has no idea who you are. Let's fix that.]

Who are you?

[musubifemme.livejournal.com]

Isamu.

I'm a friend of Sanji's.

[mikan-chibi.livejournal.com]

[Oh, the chef. Well, he's nice. ...and she's a brat. >>]

Are you his girlfriend?

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[Isamu chokes on his coffee.]

[mikanchibi.livejournal.com]

[Innocent blinking. That totally wasn't on purpose. (...only half.)] Are you okay?

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Sanji's noticed the intrusion upon his sacred kitchen, but he remains a silent sort of thoughtful upon entering.

The first thing he notes is the poor guy (girl?) looks near to shaking himself to pieces]

... Oi. [He slides into a seat, gaze assessing] Shouldn't you try sleeping?

[musubifemme.livejournal.com]

[Isamu relaxes a bit as he notices who's joined him.

He shakes his head and answers as if it should be obvious..] No.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Ah, he supposes he should've figured as much, and leans back with a sigh]

Usopp told me a little of what happened.

[That he was attacked, but that's about it]

Who was it?

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't know?]

Richard and... N-Naoki.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Oh, he suspected Naoki only. But Richard? No, that's not a name he expected to hear. He utters a soft grunt and closes his eye briefly]

Do you know the chances of them trying to find you? [It's a frank question at best, but in the case they might get visitors knocking... Naoki knows where the Straw Hats live, after all. As much as Sanji would like to think his friend-turned-evil would know better than to knock on the door of powerful pirates, he's not gonna assume either]

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[He shakes his head.] I don't. They didn't f-follow Usopp.

[saidontmatter.livejournal.com]

[Donnie told him about these talking books, but he's been to shy and stubborn to check it out for himself until now. Curiosity finally gets the best of him when he hits Isamu's entry. This girl sounds scared. Maybe as scared as he is, and he feels like he knows her somehow.

Raphie peeks into the little window and watches her through the camera for a while, frowning thoughtfully. He never knew humans could be scared. It's a little fascinating.]

A-are you scared?

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[It's not like he can really lie at this point. Who's this little kid anyway? Some other inhabitant de-aged, no doubt.]

Who's this?

[saidontmatter.livejournal.com]

Why?

[And why do you think he'd give you his name, silly human?]

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Because something scared me. I-isn't that usually the reason?

[saidontmatter.livejournal.com]

Yeah...b-b-b...but you're a human

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

I hope you don't think humans don't ever get scared, because that's bullshit. We get scared all the d-damn time. M-mostly from things that aren't human.

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[sniperkingftw.livejournal.com]

[ and late but aaaaa. Don't mind Usopp eventually trudging in to spread stuff all over commandeer the kitchen table; it's one of the more foolproof ways of keeping Luffy's fingers away from anything potentially flammable that he may be working with. >__> lessons learned and all.

...he leaves an area near a chair clear just in case. ]

Morning.

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[musubifemme.livejournal.com]

[Isamu just nods to him, not sitting, just kinda staring off at nothing.]

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[sniperkingftw.livejournal.com]

[ A very cautious venture goes here. ] Feeling any better?

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[Sip.] Define better.

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[sniperkingftw.livejournal.com]

There are a lot of kinds of betters.

I think that that means you're not, so much, though.

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[musubifemme.livejournal.com]

Not really, no. [He gives Usopp a weak smile.] Still grateful to you for letting me stay here, though.