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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[Isamu reaches over to pat the turtle on the shoulder.]

Hey, you sure you don't want me to just walk with you back to your place?

[Raph looks at Isamu with confusion.]

Why?

You know. Just for the company or something.

Y'know, I don't get you people. I don't get why I get thrown in this hell-hole n' everybody wants to be my friend alla sudden. The hell's wrong with you, huh? Don' I scare you? Don' I freak you out?

Y'can't fix me, if that's what you're tryin'a do. [He shakes his head.] I ain't your damn project. I don' need nobody's help.

Hey, chill. I was just asking if you wanted me to walk back with you, not if you wanted to trade friendship necklaces.

And I came from a place recently with a lot freakier things than you.

Whatever. [He sulks down on the bar stool, finishing his beer.] I hate this place.

Wouldn't be my first choice, but it's better than where I left I guess. [He finishes his off too, perhaps a little more quickly than he would have liked, then asks for a glass of water to down before he leaves.]

[Raph just sighs, getting up to standing. He hadn't realized he'd been drunk until his feet touched the floor and the earth gave its familiar wobble.

He won't wait for Isamu, but if he wants to tag along, he won't stop him.]

[Isamu isn't feeling entirely steady himself. Empty stomach, existing weariness, not the best time to choose to go drinking. Still, he figured he was better off than Raph was.

He tosses back the water more quickly than his beer so he can catch up with his green companion.] So, where IS your place, anyway? Or am I still too untrustworthy for that?

C6. [He motions vaguely in front of him, concentrating on placing his feet in the right direction.] Or maybe I'll go to the barracks. Sleep there instead.

[Following close.] Your brothers would worry about you, though, right?

[He waves off the thought.] They're usta me bein' gone.

[Well that's depressing.] What floor are you on in the complex?

First. [He pauses a beat.] But don't go tellin' no one, got it?

Got it. [First floor is good. If it was something like, well, his OWN apartment, he'd just dump him at the barracks. No way was he going up five flights of stairs twice tonight.]

All right. I'm taking you there.

Whatever makes you feel useful. Butcha gotta be quiet. My brothers're probably still awake.

You think you'll be able to sneak in past them? Psh.

No, but I'm gonna try. Gotta go in through the window.

[This would be Isamu almost giggling.] Man... you couldn't sneak through a pitch black room with cotton walls right now.

[He reaches out to shove Isamu's shoulder, probably a lot harder than he intended.] Ah, shaddup. [But the motion makes him stumble sideways stupidly.] I ain't that drunk.

[That makes Isamu stagger and fall on his ass. He's still smirking from where he is, however, and he just stays on the ground as he watches Raph for the time being.] Oh yeah? Prove it.

[Hold up a sec, he's laughing his ass off at you.]

Y-you just, pff-aha! [He runs a hand over his face, trying to contain himself.] How many did you have, like three?

[Then he's suddenly starkly sober, looming over Isamu with his hands on his hips.]

I don't think I can train ya any more, Isamu. You're such a freakin' lightweight!

Dude! You pushed me! Asshole.

[He gets to his feet, grumbling.] You better be joking, too. I'll fucking yell for your brothers to come out and carry you in.

[Yeah, the whining isn't helping your cause. He can't keep himself from chuckling. Man, it feels good to laugh.]

You're such a whiny little bitch.

Hey, I'm no one's little bitch. [Though he couldn't argue with the whiny part.] Hell, you're lucky I'll hang out with a loser like you.

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