fourteenth breath ✧ voice

[musubi]

[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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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

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.

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

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.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

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?]

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

Yeah, tell me about it...

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

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[He waves off the thanks, also standing.]

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

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

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Night, Naoki.