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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[musubifemme.livejournal.com]

[Isamu just nods, though he knows he won't be able to get to sleep any time soon anyway.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Sanji's quiet as he cooks; there's too much on his mind now. If Isamu was attacked, that implies no one is safe from the demon pair until they come to their senses.

Should he put up a warning? Maybe... By the time he's done thoroughly wrestling the thought into the ground, Isamu's food is finished (http://blog.lib.umn.edu/admisfa/prospective/pancakes-757344.jpg), with a small side of eggs and hashbrowns. He places everything in front of him]

[musubifemme.livejournal.com]

[Isamu tries not to watch Sanji as he cooks, but he can't get himself to leave the room. By the time the chef is done, he's set his empty coffee cup down and is sitting at the table.

He stares at the plate when it's brought out, almost as if he's not sure what to do with it. He's soon raising a fork hesitantly, however, and is successfully distracted by the food soon after.]