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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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[+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.]

[Just as planned.]

He did mention he was feeling ill... perhaps he has a fever.

[Just gonna... bundle up in that blanket. :|]

I might be feeling a little warm, yeah...

[Brb, fussing over you, Isamu.]

Okay, I'll go get a cold cloth and see if there's any medicine...

[And scooting down the hallway to check!]

Edited 2010-09-27 01:20 (UTC)

[Temporary distraction is a go, but Richard is really hoping that Ted hurries up because he's not sure how much longer he can keep making up stuff like this.]

Forgive me, that was the first thing that came to mind when I saw him eying the door.

Eh. It's fine. I'll work with it. [As long as Naoki didn't try to force-feed him pills or anything.]

[Knock knock knock.

Okay, so he was showing off his work. You can't blame him for being slightly late. :|;]

[Lurking in the hallway just behind Ted. 8D]

[Huh? Was that knocking? Popping his head out of the bathroom now and blinking down the hall.]

Could you get that, Richard?

[He's occupied getting stuff for the not-really-sick Isamu, okay?]

Of course.

[And he's grinning as he goes over to open the door and let their co-conspirators in. LITTLE DOES NAOKI KNOW WHAT IS COMING.]

[It's hard enough to hide his smirk that Isamu covers half his face with the blanket.]

[Ted grins, a little sheepish for being late at least, and makes his way in, making sure Nami is following.] Ready?

Hey, guys. [Voice low. And following Ted in, bearing one (1) make up kit.]

[Rummaging in the bathroom. But he will be derping on into the living room in a few minutes, slowing as he sees who it is. Blinking.]

Ted? Nami...? What're you guys doing here?

[DON'T MIND THE SLIGHTLY SUSPICIOUS TONE.]

It seems Sir Isamu accidentally left his journal open... they overheard your conversation earlier, so they stopped by to see if he was all right.

[See? Totally innocent.]

[Still mostly beneath the blankets, Isamu holds his journal up with one hand.]

My bad.

Edited 2010-09-28 17:16 (UTC)

That's right. You don't have to sound like that, Naoki. [Box has been casually hidden before Naoki could spot it.]

Feeling okay there, Isamu? [Rolling with it.]

[Don't mind Nami, guys. She's just gonna give Isamu a quick smile and find a place to perch. The make up kit doesn't appear to be in evidence. ~~Maybe she hid it in her cleavage.~~ She'll just lurk here for the time being.]

[Naoki blinks at that. Suspicion gone!]

Oh, all right.

[And that's totally not a sidelong glance Richard is giving his co-conspirators.]

Did you find what you were looking for, Naoki?

[Inwardly facepalming at Naoki. So. Hard.]

[Surprisingly keeping his face free from any suspicious intentions.] What was he looking for?

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