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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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[Derp de derp. Rummaging in the bathroom. He'll be out in a sec, you evil, evil people. 8|]

Man, you guys are making this sound really bad out of context.

[Blink. Wut.] What are you talking about?

... Anyway, three guys and one girl. Isamu, want to do the honors of trying to get this--- [Shoving box to you, man.]--- on him?

[Thanks, Isamu. Now she's thinking about this in an entirely different light and finding it way too amusing. >>]

I'll do my best to hold him down by myself, but I may need some help.

[It's about now Naoki'll be walking on out of the bathroom. Humming a bit to himself because yay. He found medicine~]

Took you long enough, Naoki. Get over here.

[Closer. You know. Maybe with your back to everyone else.]

[He waves at him, before pausing.] Great timing. There's something I need to ask you. [And he'll come over to Naoki and swing an arm around his shoulder... totally not getting ready to help with subduing him, nope.]

[And Richard will just be playing along, though he isn't going to go over to Naoki just yet.]

That's right, I'd almost forgotten about that.

Eh? [Blinking around at them.] What's that?

[Isamu stands up from the sofa, placing an oh-so-gentle hand on Naoki's shoulder.

Do you see that smile? That's not a good smile.]

[Grinning.] You'll see. [Operation: Naoki - commence. Brb going to try to restrain you now. Richard, heeeelp?]

[Watching 8D]

[Don't mind him just coming up in front of you and... well, it's not exactly a tackle, but he'll be getting a pretty tight hold on Naoki now.]

Eh? [Hand on his shoulder...suddenly being restrained? (That he could break easily out of, just so you know.) And. Okay, Richard's right in front of him. That is sufficient distraction because staring a little wide-eyed.]

What? Wh-what are you guys doing?!

Just hold still, Naoki, and this won't take long.

Nami? If you would?

With pleasure.

[Oh hey, it's a mysteriously reappearing makeup kit. Hopping down from her chair now.] It's okay, Naoki. You'll look great.

[...honest.]

Haha... I'm sorry, but this will be much easier for all of us if you cooperate, you know.

[He's just going to stay holding him, partially because he knows Naoki won't struggle too much of out fear of hurting him while doing so.]

[Splutters.]

What is--no, no way--! [He can't exactly move because Richard's there and he doesn't want to hurt him. Dammit. His weakness.] ...Ted, you jerk!

Now now, Naoki. Don't blame Ted. You brought this upon yourself.

That's right. Don't worry, this'll soon be over. [Starting with the dress. And guess what, Naoki? You being shirtless makes this a lot easier than it should be.]

[And while you boys are wrestling him into the dress, Nami will just go ahead and set out an array of cosmetics on the nearest flat surface. She won't say anything, but she may still be grinning. Just a little.]

[Please don't panic over the fact that Richard is trying to undo your pants here, Naoki. It just wouldn't do to have those ruining the image by sticking out from underneath the dress.]

[Squeak.] Richard! [You are only allowed to undo his pants for one occasion and sticking him in a dress is not it! Squirming in earnest now. But, ffff, he doesn't want to accidentally hurt anyone, so.

Ineffectual protesting time!]

Do-don't put that thing on me!

[Sorry, Naoki. Isamu is helping Ted with the dress now.]

But it's just the right color for you, man.

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