twenty-first breath ✧ accidental voice/action

[musubi]

[There are certain things that are bound to wake a guy up in the middle of the night. Suddenly switching to the opposite sex is one of them.

The residents of house 43 may be woken by a very feminine scream from Isamu's room followed by a THUD as he falls out of bed and scurries toward the nearest mirror.

His journal is, unfortunately, knocked over in his haste.]

Fucking Malnosso, I'm gonna kill every goddamned one of you.

[Shame it's such an empty threat.]

((ooc: most replies will be made with musubifemme))

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[Voice]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

No no, you've... got a point.

[Voice]

[musubifemme.livejournal.com]

Right?

So you help me, you find someone to help me, or I'm stuck.

[Voice]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

I'm guessing your turtle friend is out.

Re: [Voice]

[musubifemme.livejournal.com]

...Please tell me you weren't being serious with that.

[Voice]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Of course it wasn't serious!

... [a pause, then a sigh]

Alright, I'll help.

[Voice]

[musubifemme.livejournal.com]

You're a good man, Sanji.

[Voice]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[He makes a like tceeeeh noise and stands up]

So am I just using my discretion here, then heading to your place? [Whatever looks like it'll fit, right?]

[Voice]

[musubifemme.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that's about right.

[Voice --> Action]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Give me thirty minutes.

[Sanji will now proceed to not think about what he agreed to and complete the task at hand. There is no ogling on this shopping trip. He just grabs what he thinks might fit, which leads to a variety of sizes (all black, though) and stuffing them into a bag. Seriously, the shit he does for people.

There's a knock on your door, House 43. Though after a beat, Sanji just lets himself in]

[Action]

[musubifemme.livejournal.com]

[Isamu will come to meet him, arms crossed over his chest and blushing something fierce.

He's a petite little thing.] Thanks, man.

[Action]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[He's... trying his damnedest not to stare. And it's hard.

He's tiny.]

Don't mention it. [Handing the bag over now] I'm gonna assume you can figure out the basics.

[Because there's only so far Sanji's gonna help him out]

[Action]

[musubifemme.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I think so...

[Smirk.] That doesn't disappoint you, does it?

[Action]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Oi, you're still a boy under there! [He's got standards, man]

[Action]

[musubifemme.livejournal.com]

Of course I am. As long as you don't forget it.

[Action]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Don't worry; I'm making a point to remember.

[Action]

[musubifemme.livejournal.com]

[Isamu grins.]

But I'm cute, right?

[Action]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[WHELP.

SANJI THINKS IT'S TIME TO LEAVE. Quickly backing away]

I'll uh--

Try not to kill the boys. [Excuse him as the chef makes tracks straight out the door]

[Action]

[musubifemme.livejournal.com]

[He laughs as Sanji runs out, calling after him:]

I make no promises!