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fourteenth breath ✧ voice

[filtered from Sanji, though he's still not sure if he has the right idea]

Hey, uh... I don't suppose anyone's heard from Naoki since yesterday?

[Pause...]

Not that there's... probably any need to worry or anything. You know him - hanging out in the woods all the time... I bet he's hearing this right now.

Just, uh. You know. Let me know or something.

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[Like Naoki's going to complain. Excuse him while he wolfs them down--he hasn't gotten anything since he was fake!killed, after all.]

Heh. [Isamu smiles a little and it's almost not a smirk. Almost.] I'll run out to the store tomorrow.

[Muffled noise that might be a thank you as he swallows thickly.] Ah, okay...I end up eating a lot when I get hurt. [An apologetic look, in advance.]

Yeah, makes sense. You're healing, after all. [And there's that whole DEMON thing, but he doesn't need to mention that.]

Anything you want in particular?

[Polishing off those sandwiches now and leaning back to get comfortable. He fidgets.] Um...some grilled salmon, and shrimp--tempura, maybe.

Gotcha. That shouldn't be too hard. [He might not be a gourmet, but he did know how to cook the basics.]

Anything else? Might as well make a list.

[Naoki looks at him for a minute and then scratches his hair.]

Some fruit and stuff'd be good if you'd pick it up and--well, I'll eat anything you make. [He still feels a little bad, though, for getting his friend to make stuff for him.]

Anything, huh? [He does smirk now.] I'll stock up, then.

[What's that smirk for.] Alright.

[YOUR DOOM.] Alright.

[He stops to watch Naoki carefully for a moment.] Do you need me to heal you any more now that I've got my energy back?

[Naoki looks back at him, cracks a small grin.] Would you have a look at my shoulder again? Other than that, I think the bruises'll be fine on their own.

[Isamu comes to sit beside him on the sofa, placing a hand over the shoulder in question. Wounds below the surface are always more difficult, but he's getting better at being aided by disruptions in the usual flow of chakra.] Sorry if this hurts at all. [Then he repeats a similar process to the one he'd done that morning.]

S'okay. [Naoki's eyes fall on his hand, feeling more of that incessant aching fading away.] It got messed up pretty bad.

Knocked your arm out of the socket pretty rough? This is nasty work. [Finished for now, he sits back on the sofa for a bit himself.]

You should get some more rest. Maybe head to your bed if you think it'll be easier on your ribs.

Twice, actually. Second time it got knocked out made me pass out for a second. [Naoki lets out a small noise, shifts his shoulder a bit.]

Ah--yeah, I think I will.

Twice? Good grief. No wonder it was such a mess.

[He points toward Naoki's room.] Washed your sheets for you. [More than once in his anxiety, actually, but who was counting?]

Yeah, tell me about it...

[He rises from the couch, smiling.] Thanks, Isamu.

[He waves off the thanks, also standing.]

[Plodding slowly toward his room, tilting his head back to glance at him over his shoulder.] 'Night.

Night, Naoki.

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