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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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[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.

[His smile quickly turns into a frown.]

I was jus' jokin' around. Get over it.

Heh. You have mood swings like a girl.

An' you fight like a girl.

Now you're not being specific enough. I've known some pretty deadly girls.

[So does he. BUT STILL.] You know what I mean.

I know that was a weak comeback. Jerkface.

Yeah, and you sound like a five year old callin' me "Jerkface".

That's just 'cause I'm not trying. [He walks back beside Raph, continuing the way they were going.] It's right up there, yeah?

Yeah. You don't gotta walk all the way. Jus' go home.

What's the point if I don't walk all the way? It's not some great distance. Come on.

Whatever. [He falls silent, still not used to this type of kindness.]

Try not to be too cheerful about it. [He gives the turtle another smirk and a pat on the shell.]

'Cause this place gives me so many reasons to smile.

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At least you're alive. Right? That's always something to be grateful for. [Isamu's smile has become a little vacant with this statement.]

[Raph just grunts in reply. Don't try to force any optimism out of him, especially after he's been drinking.]

I mean, I'm glad at least... Haha. Definite lightweight tonight. You almost had me spilling more shit.

[He stops outside the building.] Well, here you are. Curbside service.

[But he doesn't head for the door, intent on walking around the building and climbing in through the window instead, grumbling under his breat:] Thanks for the date.

[But before he goes, he reels around, intently jutting a finger in Isamu's general direction.]

I'll see you Tuesday.

[He gets a chuckle for that.] You'd better.

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