Isamu Nitta ([personal profile] musubi) wrote2010-09-25 10:16 pm
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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.]

[Action]

[identity profile] mikangirl.livejournal.com 2010-09-26 04:46 pm (UTC)(link)
I do. Isamu and Richard will be a big help. [Something could be said for Naoki's boyfriend helping to dress him in drag, but her brain has delicately decided not to go there on this fine day :|a]

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[identity profile] 300yrswandering.livejournal.com 2010-09-27 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Better not mention those thoughts to him HE WASN'T THINKING ABOUT THAT PART.] Right well, they're probably waiting by now, so we better go.

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[identity profile] 300yrswandering.livejournal.com 2010-09-27 02:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Got it! [And now we move this to the thread above.]