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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...]
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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All right. I'm taking you there.
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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!
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[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.
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You're such a whiny little bitch.
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I was jus' jokin' around. Get over it.
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