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[musubi]

[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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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

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.]

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

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

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

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.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[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.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

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