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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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No one plays a priest without wanting to hit the dungeons, you know? ...Nevermind. Bad analogy in this case.

I'm not a team player, is what I'm saying.

Been told that one too.

Told it, huh? So is that not what you want?

Ah, I dunno. [He shrugs.] I wanna do my own thing, but I gotta be there for my brothers too. I know I drive 'em nuts.

How close are you guys?

We're the only four in the world. We gotta look out for each other.

So you've been together all your life, then?

I told you the story, man. M' brothers're all I got.

[Isamu takes a thoughtful sip of his beer, watching his incredibly unusual drinking partner.] I'm guessing this is where the whole selfishness issue comes into play, Mr. I Don't Like Selfish People.

Damn straight! [He juts a finger in Isamu's direction.] You try sharin' whatever crap you pull outta the dumpsters with three brothers.

[Dumpsters, huh? Hardcore.]

Well, here's to other people. [Isamu held his drink out for an impromptu toast.] Who need's 'em.

Damn straight. [Ha, toasts. Classy.]

Wait...I already said that, didn' I?

Eh. [He shrugs off the repeated phrase. Who cares?]

You're not gonna need help getting back to your place, are you?

[He shakes his head, finishing off number six.]

Nah, 'm good. Make it back home every other night.

[Every other night? Yeah, that was a bad habit.]

[He glances at his bottle, now empty, and asks for another.] What am I on, anyway? Three? Think I'll stop after this one. I really can't hold my own right now.

Ah, yeah, one more for me too. Case'll kill me if I puke in his kitchen again.

[Here comes number seven, but he's lost track.]

Man, 'm sorry about missin' your trainin'. I been hungover as shit in the morning. I drink way too damn much.

[That makes Isamu laugh a little.]

Dude, then why are you here? You're setting a poor example for your student. I'll have to ask one of your brothers to take over or something.

Edited 2010-05-18 03:53 (UTC)

Pff. Like my brothers'd train a little creep like you. You shoulda seen Donnie's face when I told 'im. He thinks I'm gonna kill you or somethin'.

Man... That either says a lot about you or very little about someone's first impression of me.

Nah, 's me. I don' think Donnie's met you, anyways.

Edited 2010-05-18 04:07 (UTC)

We did talk over the journals once or twice. Funny guy.

Yeah? He's a geek.

Really? That's not too surprising, given our brief conversations.

What'd he say?

Nothing really. Just his word choice. Tone of voice.

...Did you ever get that lecture he promised? I wanted to hear it.

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