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eleventh breath ✧ action

[It's sometime after he's gotten back from the usual friday morning session at the dojo, and it's pouring down rain outside. Therefore, the logical place for Isamu to be is indoors, maybe reading a book. This, however, is not the case.

After leaving a note for Naoki, Isamu has headed back outside in just a button-up shirt and pants. In the woods not too far from his apartment building, he's currently standing uncovered in the rain. If someone was to watch him, they might catch him occasionally throwing his arms up in the air with a "HA!"... only to have nothing happen.

Though looking discouraged, the teen will continue this for the next while.]

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[Sanji looks on.

From a tree.

That's right; tree!Sanji is watching and wondering what the hell Isamu is on, but doesn't announce his presence yet]

[Isamu doesn't notice him.

After one particular attempt, however, there is what appears to be a very faint light spreading out from Isamu's fingers. For just a moment, the rain seems to hit something there and slide away.

The teen looks momentarily triumphant, right until he finds himself on his knees, dizzy.]

Huh. Interesting. [exhales a stream of smoke and raises his voice so Isamu can hear him]

Nice trick.

[~~ohgodtree!Sanjiiswatchingme~~ Isamu's head jerks up as he searches for the source of the voice. Finally catching sight of Sanji, he frowns, getting back to his feet.

He brushes a bit of mud off the knees of his pants, not that this helps much when he's completely soaked.]

You always make a habit of spying from trees?

No, you're just special. [leans back against the trunk again]

You looked so determined I didn't want to break your shitty concentration.

[Naoki eyed that note very hard when he got in. He'd been out on the roof in the storm himself, getting in some good old-fashioned exposure for his phobia. But...since Isamu did leave one and all, that's enough for him to wait in the apartment for whenever he gets back.

Probably with a towel and some dry clothes laid out on the table for him.]

Oh, is that right? I'm flattered. Really.

[It's not easy to just go back to what he's doing now that the pirate is watching him.] There something you wanted, or did I just pick a bad spot?

[considers that... then stands up]

Gonna share what that was? Didn't look like filial magic. [unless maybe it was Sona's power]

[Isamu stumbles in a bit later, dripping and shivering and not entirely steady on his feet. He's barefoot too, having left his muddy shoes outside the door. He knows he's probably gone and caught himself a cold, too.

And was it worth it? Possibly.

Isamu stares at the towel and clothes for a moment, quite certain he's never going to get used to this.] I'm guessing you're in.

[He smiles knowingly.] That's where you're wrong!

If only one of the spirits here is gonna listen to me, then I'm gonna do the best I can with what I have to work with.

Edited 2010-06-26 04:01 (UTC)

[looks visibly surprised]

... Nala-chan?

Nope, I'm not.

[This is said casually from the couch, where Naoki's sitting and writing away in a journal on his lap--though it's not the journal. He turns to look at him.] Not gonna get dry by just looking at them, y'know.

Think about it, man! Healing, protecting, it's all along the same line of thought, right? I mean, when I -- [He stops, catching himself as he realizes what he was about to say. There were only two people in Luceti that even knew he could actually heal others. That wasn't something he'd been meaning to spread around.] ...When someone heals, they can do things like remove poisons - expel the nasty shit.

I've worked with shields before. Thought it might be worth a shot.

...Right. [Grabbing the towel now to dry of his hair. He starts unbuttoning his shirt, then glances back at Naoki. Yeah, no. The clothes are grabbed up in a bundle as he heads to his room to change.]

[Naoki raises an eyebrow, flicks his gaze to the ceiling briefly and then looks down. Starting up that writing again, the notebook balanced on his knee.]

[Isamu returns shortly in the dry clothing, pauses at the end of the sofa, then steps closer and slumps down next to Naoki, looking beat.]

Keeping a diary? A day in the life?

It's a precaution. [He pauses in his writing, finishes off a sentence.] But pretty much.

[He looks over and he feels vaguely tempted to ask what he's been up to. But he doesn't.] Didja go and get sick on me?

...Probably. [Yep. Definitely starting to feel a little stuffy.]

Couldn't have picked a better day for going out? [Making a mental checklist of stuff to pick up for a cold.]

[Sanji will just file that slip-up away for later and continues on. He's gotta admit, that's an impressive line of thought]

Not bad. How strong do you think you can make it?

No, this was the best day for it. Don't know how long the weather will keep up.

[Watching you...] You're not gonna force bedrest and soup, are you?

Well, that depends. [He frowns, glaring upwards.] I don't think it's too keen on keeping out the elements. I'm hoping that won't be the case with something purely physical.

[Quirking up an eyebrow--what'd he need a storm for? Then Naoki gives him an innocent look.]

Oh, I'm just gonna recommend it.

[Seeing as this is totally relevant to his interests...]

If you need someone to practice against, I'm pretty sure a kick counts as "purely physical".

[...Totally not trusting that.]

It's just a typical cold, I think. Nothing too bad. My own fault and all that.

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