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eighteenth breath ✧ action

[This is a terrible idea, and he knows it. Still, Isamu can't stand to be cooped up in his apartment any longer. First chance he got (aided by heightened senses) he snuck out past Naoki and went for a walk through town.

The teen is currently wearing a couple layers of clothing, with basically everything covered - sunglasses, gloves, a scarf over the bottom part of his face... There are earplugs in his ears, but the outside world still seems too noisy, and despite the sunglasses his eyes are watering a little.

He'll be sticking to the edge of the road, in shadier areas, and avoiding the woods.]

Dammit. This is ridiculous.

((Feel free to refer to his permissions post if you want to interact with him right now. If you don't, I'll have him react in accordance with any character information you may have posted. This is forward-dated to morning.))

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[Naoki's used to his friends sneaking off on him. Nothing new. Doesn't mean he likes it, oh no. But this time he's actually not going to go looking for you, Isamu. It involves climbing five flights of stairs afterward when he's still sick, and he's kind of annoyed, besides. He'll just be sitting on the couch whenever he decides to get himself home, arms crossed over his chest.]

[Isamu is out of breath from the stairs when he re-enters the apartment, head pounding and eyes aching. He considers it worth it, though.

He tosses his hat, gloves, and scarf to the side, only then noticing Naoki there. His smell and the apartment's had started to blend together.]

Oh good... you stayed put.

Yeah, I stayed put.

[It's grumbled out. Then, Naoki frowns at him, lifts a knee partway up to his chest and leans his arm on it.] So, are you all right?

I'm fine. [His steps are only slightly shaky, after all, as he walks over to sit by Naoki on the couch.

He takes off his sunglasses, and his yellow eyes are now red-rimmed.] I just needed to get out a little. I've been cooped up all this time...

Are you getting more adjusted to it?

[Naoki shifts so as to get a better look at him, mumbling to himself under his breath:] Wish you would've told me, at least.

Kind of... I can sort of focus on individual things, but not always.

...I figured you wouldn't let me go.

If you'd told me where you were gonna go, I wouldn't have minded so much.

[Naoki mumbles his next words, leaning back in the couch.] Guess it doesn't matter now, though. [Pouting? Of course not.]

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Didn't know where I was going.

[Never mind him. He's just going to slump over onto Naoki tiredly.]

[Naoki pauses, blinks and looks at him.]

Seems like wherever you went was just a little bit too far, huh. [With a bit of a smile--] Or was it the stairs?

Maybe both.

[You are now pillow. He can even ignore your glow for the moment.]

[Naoki's cool with being a pillow. He lowers his voice a little.]

Get some sleep.

[Grumble.] But it's too early...

[...Said with his eyes closed as he doesn't move.]

[Smiling a little to himself now.]

Then have a nap.

Hn. [And he might just do that. Right where he is.

Hope Naoki didn't plan on going anywhere anytime soon.]

[Like he has a choice anymore. Naoki's fine with being his friend's pillow.

...

This is gonna get really boring really quick. Oh well. Might as well try to get some sleep, too...]

[And this is the scene that greets Richard when he returns from the store with more food. That's... really cute, actually, and he can't help but smile as he sets the bag down and goes to retrieve a spare blanket from the closet, which he'll then drape over the sleeping pair. Sleep is good for both of them!]

[Isamu's heightened senses mean he's awakened as Richard moves about. The smell of food helps with that too.

He lifts his head a little, blinking blearily at the other man.]

[...

Yeah, Naoki's still fast asleep. Leaning against his friend a little.]

[It takes Richard a moment to realize that Isamu is awake, but once he does, his smile turns slightly apologetic.]

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up.

[He shakes his head. It can't be helped, really. It's hard to sleep when anyone but Naoki is around.]

Can I get you anything now that you're awake?

[Since, you know, he figures that Isamu probably doesn't want to move and wake Naoki up.]

[He straightens up carefully, trying not to move Naoki too much as he does.]

Water.

All right.

[He needs to put the groceries away anyway, so he might as well kill two birds with one stone here. It's a few minutes before he returns carrying a glass of water, which he then hands to Isamu.]

[Isamu takes the glass carefully, testing the water with the tip of his tongue before drinking it down.]

Thanks.

You're welcome. Are you feeling any better now?

[He takes a seat on the couch on Naoki's other side, leaning back against the cushions with what might be a tiny sigh.]

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