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ninth breath ✧ voice/images
[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...
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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Eh. Better.
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Hey, you and Naoki had that little trip, right? How'd that go?
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Was fine. We'll have to do it again sometime.
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...Why Naoki?
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You have other friends, right?
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Yeah, but I wanted to spend time with him.
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What kind of "particularly close" are we talking here?
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No.
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...So did you share a tent?
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We had different sleeping bags. No different than sharing a room.
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He needed the vacation anyway.
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