musubi | eighth breath ✧ action

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eighth breath ✧ action

[When he was fairly sure the sky was clear of falling trees, Isamu had made his way outside toward the edge of town. It was late, but of the things the teen feared, creatures that went bump in the night weren't part of them. He didn't tell anyone he was leaving. He just went.

Sometime later, he can be found dozing against a light post just at the town's edge. It probably isn't the safest place to be, but he's too tired to bother walking back to the apartment complex just yet. His journal is with him, but it's closed shut.

Just a few more minutes, and he'll start walking...]

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What?

Having people worry about you.

It's annoying sometimes, but it's still a good thing, right?

Here? No. You never know who's gonna disappear next. You could wake up tomorrow and every one of your so-called buds could be gone. It ain't worth gettin' attached.

...Is that what happened? Someone went missing?

No. [And yes, but not exactly.

Yeah, finishing that beer now. He just wants to get trashed.]

Well, whatever. That's still a crappy way to look at things.

[Even if would have agreed with him a month and a half before.]

So what did happen? Or is that none of my business?

[He looks at him oddly.]

You won't tell me yours, why would I tell you mine?

But that's... [Dammit.] It's not the same thing, really. I mean, I'm not upset.

I was just working on something I don't want to share. There's a difference.

Uh-huh. [He orders up beer number four.] It's a two way street, mopey. I ain't tellin' you squat.

I'm not mopey! [grumblemumble] You're the one drowning your sorrows.

[Sigh.] ...Look. Someone dangerous from my world arrived recently. It's been worrying me. So I wanted to feel like I was doing something, even if it embarrassed me to do it.

Hey, if you're doin' somethin' about it, how bad can it be?

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It's just... People might think differently of me if they knew, and I don't want them to.

Well jeez, you puttin' on spandex and flyin' around the village or something? 'Cause yeah, I'll hafta laugh at you.

[Pfft.] Ha. No. Nothing like that.

Then I doubt it's as bad as you think.

Well, you wouldn't like it.

What, is it magic?

[Isamu laughs and finally finishes off his first beer, setting it aside.]

See, now you're going to end up guessing it and you still haven't told me anything.

Edited 2010-05-16 21:33 (UTC)

You really wanna know, huh.

You just gonna keep it pent up otherwise?

You my psychologist now? [Yeah, time to chug beer number four. He's gonna need it.] I'll tell ya, but it's only 'cause I've been drinkin'.

[He slides the empty bottle toward the tender, ordering number five.]

You tell no one, got it?

That's right. Doc Nitta, local quack. [He adds to Raph's order with a second for himself.]

I can keep a secret, man.

[Raph shakes his head, sighing deeply.]

I don't even know where to start, man.

Ongoing problems?

More like one thing leadin' into another.

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