ninth breath ✧ voice/images

[musubi]

[There's the sound of someone fumbling with their journal before it hits the floor with a loud thud. It falls open, and one might get a view of Isamu's leg hanging off the edge of the bed before he mutters a curse and retrieves it with a shaking hand.

He doesn't seem to realize it's picking anything up as he sets it down across from him. The teen himself is sitting upright in his bed, eyes occasionally darting to either side. He's still dressed in his gi from training this morning, and he's turning his ring around in one hand - the one with the demon design. He seems particularly jumpy.]

Nothing to worry about...

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[stalkingmybro.livejournal.com]

[Nonchalantly.] That's not a very convincing scene.

Did something happen?

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Yes. I dropped my journal. Exciting, right?

[stalkingmybro.livejournal.com]

Very.

[For a moment, he was hoping it might be something he was experiencing too just so he doesn't think he's crazy.] I guess I just looked into the situation too much.

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Probably. There's no situation here.

[Isamu isn't feeling terribly open to strangers right now. Which is a shame, since it is what Kouichi is experiencing. ;;]

[stalkingmybro.livejournal.com]

[So sad.] Mm. Well, just be careful about dropping your journal again, I guess.

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Yeah... I'll watch out for that.