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nineteenth breath ✧ voice/action

[The following conversation can be overheard on Isamu's journal, suspiciously left open next to him]

[A tired sounding voice] Oi. Naoki. Where're you going?

Huh? [Pause.] Just out for a bit. Why?

Please don't, man. My senses are starting to return to normal, but I feel like shit. I don't wanna be stuck in here on my own...

Oh...sorry. R-right. I'll stay around, then. D'you need anything...?

[...So easy, Naoki.] Yeah... Some water. No. Some tea. I'm sick of water. And... maybe a blanket.

[The sound of footsteps as he turns.] Okay, can do.

Oh, and what do we have to eat? I could go for something sweet right now.

I picked up groceries the other day--and some snacks. I'll check.

[That's your cue, guys. You know who you are.]

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[Rummage rummage. As yet oblivious to boyfriend's presence--he has snacks to find and tea to make and all ~~like a good mom~~.]

[He'll just be waiting around in the living room until Naoki comes back out, then, and plotting with Isamu in the process.]

That was a very convincing performance, Sir Isamu.

[Isamu smirks.]

Helps that I'm actually hungry.

[La la, making tea now~ He'll be in shortly.]

I hope you asked him to make enough for me as well.

Well... no. But he probably will anyway.

[Naoki wanders into the living room about now, blinks in surprise as he sees Richard. Then beams.]

Hey! I didn't hear you come in. [Setting down a cup of tea for Isamu on the table, and snacks. Naoki's good for something.] Want me to get you some tea, too?

[So unsuspecting. Look how nice he is. Don't you guys feel guilty for what you're going to do?]

[Richard might feel more guilty if you hadn't worried yourself sick and made HIM worry in response, Naoki. As it is, he's all smiles at the moment, the picture of innocence.]

I'm sorry; Isamu let me in just a moment ago. But I would like some tea if it isn't too much trouble for you.

[Guilt? What emotion is this?]

We might as well just give him his own room, you know.

[Naoki laughs and pops back out to the kitchen to get another cup of tea. Bringing it back and offering it to Richard before answering Isamu.]

Oh yeah?

Edited 2010-09-26 19:44 (UTC)

[Richard laughs as well to cover the fact that he's surprised to hear that out of Isamu, whether it's a joke or not. Taking that cup of tea with a nod.]

I wouldn't want to impose on you.

Of course then I'd probably have to listen to you two making like bunnies all the time...

[What, you thought he was being nice?]

[Flushing. You aren't allowed to mention their sex life, Isamu.]

We wouldn't do anything here! [Mumblemumble.] Better just to stay at your place, Richard.

[HE HAD HIS HOPES, ISAMU. But yes, that's totally not a slight pink tinge to his cheeks.]

Yes, you're probably right. Still, you're welcome to stop by whenever you'd like, Sir Isamu. I'd be happy to make dinner for you at some point.

[Two can play at your trolling game.]

Heh. I'm sure.

[Don't mind Naoki over here, zeroing in on that dinner part. What about him? Also not pouting. Not at all.]

[Oh, Richard notices that pouting there and is both amused and a little guilty.]

I didn't think I needed to issue you a formal invitation, Naoki.

[Gag, you guys. Isamu will just be munching on his snacks now, thanks.]

[Fffff. Going beet red.]

That's, um...no, I, uh. Sorry. [Oh yeah, Isamu had asked for a blanket too, hadn't he? Good chance to hide his embarrassment!] B-be right back.

Edited 2010-09-26 22:47 (UTC)

[Right, right, must keep up the illusion so that Naoki doesn't get suspicious. Once he's out of the room, Richard will turn to Isamu.]

I assume Ted is on his way with the supplies?

I would sure hope so.

[Hey, Isamu's done his job. Everyone else has to do theirs.]

[+1 blanket, Naoki returns! Setting it on the couch.]

There.

[Glancing toward the door. Maybe if Richard's here, he could step out for a few minutes to go pick up a few things...Isamu wouldn't be alone, after all. Hmmmmmm.]

[... Richard sees you looking at the door there, Naoki. DIVERSION TIME.]

... is it just me, or does Sir Isamu look rather flushed to you?

Wh-huh? [Dammit, Richard.

Isamu actually does turn a bit pink at that, but only in embarrassment for having been caught of guard.]

[~~Oh Isamu.~~

Turning now, blinking and wandering closer as he notices that.] You feeling hot or anything? [Reaching out to check his forehead now.]

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