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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?
Hello? Hello? ...Shit. Shit.
[And then written:]
Hello?
[ action ]
[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.]
[ action ]
[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.]
[ action ]
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?]
[ action ]
He's not happy about it, but he eventually holds still. Both Naoki and Ginko get glares for this, though.]
[ action ] icon relevant 8]
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]
[ action ]
Then he stares at Ginko impatiently.]
[ action ]
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.]
[ action ]
His face twists in a mix of surprise and disgust as soon as he sees the mushi burst out and blurts--]
Isamu?
[ action ]
...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!]
[ action ]
[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.]
[ action ]
Isamu lets go of Naoki as quickly as he'd grabbed him, sitting on the end of the bed.]
Uh. Yeah. Thanks, man.
[ action ]
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.
[ action ]
...Un? Mm, go ahead. [Not even minding it's Isamu's apartment.]
[ action ]
[GET THEM OUT, MAN. He's too shaken to even be annoyed by Naoki's staring.]
[ action ]
Heh. Naoki-- you should take a look at this.
[ action ]
What, did you find one...? [Trailing after him, turning the corner with a blink.]
[ action ]
[ action ] because I totally didn't forget this at all <<;;
A wide swath of ceiling covered with glowing snail-like creatures, which start to stir at the approaching sounds. Some of them twine towards Ginko as if drawn-]
Looks like quite a colony. I have no idea why it's here, though...
[ action ] Nnnope. |D
Man, that's a lot of 'em. So, how can you...
[ action ]
[Isamu's just going to be standing in the doorway, frowning. If he hadn't just temporarily lost his hearing, he might have thought they were both toying with him.]
[ action ]
Looks like they've relocated. [He'll turn his attention to his box again, mixing another compound out of paper packets-- and instructing it to be spread around the darker corners of the house, to keep out those unwanted tenants. Eventually, he'll pack up his things--and head for the next patient who's hailed him, leaving an aura of awesome in his wake...
so that this thread is not left hanging for an interminable length of time by the mun. Who is flaky.
]The End. 8D