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tenth breath ✧ voice/written/action

[If you're awake in the early morning hours, you might just hear frantic panting coming from your journal. If you're lucky enough to live on the 5th floor of complex #7, this would have been preluded by a scream from down the hallway.]

Hello? Hello? ...Shit. Shit.

[And then written:]

Hello?

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I can't HEAR.

Is the deafness in both ears?

OBVIOUSLY.

[oi, oi.]

It's highly possible that this is something in my area of expertise.

But I'll need to examine you to be sure, and the place that you're living, as well.

Yeah. Great. Get your ass up here, then.

[Such a polite young man.

But Ginko will hurry at the same quick pace he would for anyone-- friend or enemy, regardless. One he reaches the town from the forest, writing--]

Where in town do you live?

Apartment complex 7, floor 5, room 23.

[and he'll arrive in a matter of minutes, soaking wet with his box slung over his shoulders. He'll still remove his shoes at the door, out of habit.]

Yo.

[Naoki will rise from his sitting position as he hears him, popping his head out of Isamu's bedroom to greet him.]

Hey, Ginko-san. In here.

Mm. [a nod and he follows, slinging his pack from his shoulders as he goes. He takes a good look over the walls and ceiling as he walks, however--as if he's expecting to see something.]

[Naoki glances him over for a moment, taking him in with concern, before stepping back into Isamu's room, where the other boy is.] D'you think it's a mushi?

[Isamu's just sitting on the bed, trying not to glower too much as Ginko comes in. At least he's not hyperventilating anymore.]

Yes, it's very likely.

[he answers as they step into the room. Ginko sets his box careful on the floor, before stepping forward to where Isamu is sitting. All notions of personal space are foreign to him, when he's working-- he motions Isamu to tilt his head, as he pulls a wooden tool like an antiquated scope out of his pocket.]

Whoa. Hey.

[Isamu is already up against the wall, or he would have tried backing up further. As it is, he just scoots to the side a little, not at all liking the look of something that could be stuck in his ear.]

[...nnnn. Best patient ever.

Ginko won't say a word, only quirk an eyebrow with an expression that clearly states Do you want my help, or don't you?]

[Screw you, weirdo!

He's not happy about it, but he eventually holds still. Both Naoki and Ginko get glares for this, though.]

[Despite his irritable look (which doesn't amount to much, when mingling with the man's ever-present calm)-- Ginko's touch is careful. He'll move to tip Isamu's head a little to the side, using the scope to peer into his ears.

He doesn't need a light-- the darkness isn't dark to him. And the finely luminous thread of mucus tell him what he needs to know. He needs to move quickly, for this one.

He straightens and moves to pick up his journal again, writing--

Hold your hand over your ears, at the wrist.

And listen for the sound.

[he demonstrates the gesture]

[Sound? What sound? He's DEAF. Isamu does as asked anyway, though, covering both ears.

Then he stares at Ginko impatiently.]

[ ....slowly, as if the sound is coming through a heavy fog-- Isamu should be able to hear it.

A sound like flowing lava--

a sound like the sea.

The sound of his own life running through his veins, that is an anathema to the mushi inside of him. Minutes might pass-- but if he focuses on that sound, eventually, the mushi will burst from his ears and flow through his fingers.... invisible to him. But leaving his senses whole again.]

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[Naoki watches all of this anxiously, intently, from where he's standing. He wrings his hands a little in front of him, tilting his head a little to one side as he watches Ginko at work, curious.

His face twists in a mix of surprise and disgust as soon as he sees the mushi burst out and blurts--]

Isamu?

[Isamu isn't sure what to expect at first. He still hears nothing. Nothing but the sound of his own...

...Oh? That's something, isn't it? He's unsure, but he focuses on the only sounds he can hear. Closing his eyes, he allows the noise to take over, wondering when something was going to happen.]

--mu?

[He freezes at Naoki's voice.] What? [And then any further questions are unnecessary, because he could hear the sound of his own voice.

Overwhelmed with relief, Isamu takes a couple long moments to stare at both of them before tackling Naoki in a hug.

...Sorry, Ginko. No hug for you. But he does appreciate your help!]

Whoa!

[Naoki makes a noise of surprise, stumbling and only just keeping his balance. He isn't used to this situation being reversed, of all things and as such flails like an idiot for a moment or two.

But slowly, he grins, wide and relieved. He thumps a hand against his back lightly, warmly.] I told you... [Then he nudges his shoulder a little, head tilting toward Ginko. Thank the mushishi, you.]

[Oh right.

Isamu lets go of Naoki as quickly as he'd grabbed him, sitting on the end of the bed.]

Uh. Yeah. Thanks, man.

[He appreciates not being hugged, thank you. And meets the thanks with a smirk]

Heh.

It's my job.

[he turns to Naoki, then-]

..do you mind if I take a look around the place? I have a feeling you might have a colony of Un around here.

[Distracted from staring with an amused grin at Isamu, he glances over.]

...Un? Mm, go ahead. [Not even minding it's Isamu's apartment.]

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