nineteenth breath ✧ voice/action

[musubi]

[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.]

Comments

[Action]

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

[Throwing the stockings at Richard then, and the shoes too. Totally ignoring that face lest it makes him guilty enough to stop this.] You do that part, and we'll take care of the hair and the gloves.

[Action]

[ledbythewind]

Understood.

[And you'd better not try to kick him while he does this, Naoki. Not that he thinks you would, but still.]

[Action]

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[You know what?

Naoki's going to resign himself right here. With the most sullen expression ever (as Nami is applying the make-up somewhere...in the background), sighing noisily and lifting up one of his feet. Go ahead, Richard. 8|]

[Action]

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Oh stop that. [Isamu ruffles his hair before they begin messing with it.]

You know you secretly enjoy the attention.

[Action]

[ledbythewind]

[So obedient, Naoki. He's just going to go ahead and pull those stockings on now...]

You know, you may have a point there, Sir Isamu.

[Action]

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[An annoyed sound as Naoki goes red.]

I don't! That's like saying I secretly enjoy having a dress put on me!