twelfth breath ✧ action

[musubi]

[There's a... cheerful(?!) Isamu standing near the clinic with his arms crossed. He's watching the street with bright eyes.

He's hoping to see someone injured. So he can help them.

No, really. Approach at your own risk.]

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Are you sure? No bruises? Nothing sore?

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure, yeah. Did something happen?

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Nah... More's the pity...

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

Hm? Don't tell me you wanted something to be happening.

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Maybe.

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

...How come?

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Well, there's no one to practice on.

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

Practice on...?

[Glancing at the clinic, then back to him. Remembering the question he asked. Putting the pieces together. Give him a minute.] Oh. Healing magic?

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Mostly, yes. I didn't want to tell you, but I figure you'll find out sooner or later. [Glancing around again... Why isn't anyone showing up?]

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Naoki furrows his eyebrows a bit at that, before looking around.] No havoc going on today, I guess. Maybe there'd be someone already inside the place you could practice on?

[His next words also aren't dry at all.] Or I can go get myself hurt somehow.

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[MISSING THE DRYNESS THAT ISN'T THERE.] You would do that?

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[B|] Actually, I was-- [Kidding.

...hnggg. The shit he does for you, man. But he kinda wants to see that magic for himself, anyway.] Yeah, sure.

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

What, really?

...No, no, don't do that. That would be stupid.

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Punching him. In the shoulder. Lightly.] Then don't ask.

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Ow. Maybe I should just try it some more on myself.

[He stares at his hands for a few moments, as if deciding whether to slice them open or not.]

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Naoki folds his arms over his chest, levels a stare on him.]

No getting yourself hurt.

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[Isamu makes a noise almost like a growl.] Man, I need to work on this now!

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Naoki gives him a long look of mixed concern and bemusement.] I don't know if it'd be the same, but how about trying on scars?

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[Shaking his head.] I don't think I'd know how to work with that.

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[He makes an apologetic sound.] Sorry. [Pause.] I've got training in a bit, might end up with some bruises.

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Well, don't try too hard on my account. [Grumble grumble.]

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

Hey, if I let Smoker smack me around just so you'll have something you can heal, y'should thank me. [Don't grumble~ Tapping his finger against the brim of his hat.]

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Smoker?

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

The guy who's teaching me. Tall--six foot something--smokes two cigars at once...

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Two?? Christ, what is it with you and hanging around with smokestacks? Maybe I should check out your lungs.