seventh breath ✧ voice / action

[musubi]

[It was official. He'd been stood up.

Isamu had waited in the barracks all morning - done his warm-up routine like usual and then some. It wasn't like Raphael to be late, much less miss a session entirely. The last one had been particularly rough, and he thought there might be something bothering the turtle. Maybe it was the same thing keeping him away now. He almost hoped so, because a couple of the other options left him without a sensei.

There was, of course, only one way to handle this dilemma, and that was by asking around. Loudly and (mostly) publicly over the journals.]

[filtered from Chiaki - mostly unhackable]

Hey, anyone seen Raphael? Giant, grouchy turtle in a red bandanna?

PAGING RAPHAEL. COME IN, SENSEI.

[The teen himself can be found wandering around town - the barracks, the housing districts, any place he thinks he might be able to catch him. The woods is his next option, but he's not looking forward to that.]

Comments

[justicereigns]

Yeah, he seemed pretty proud of you. You know... for him.

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[PREENS LIKE A MOFO.] Heh. Really?

[justicereigns]

[Don't enjoy it too much, Smoker puts the tough in "tough love".]

Yeah, but for him you've probably got ages to go. Don't slow down for a second kid.

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

I don't intend to, old man.

[justicereigns]

... I'm not that old.

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Then don't call me 'kid.'

[justicereigns]

Tch. Don't tell me what to do, punk.

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Whatever you say, gramps.

[justicereigns]

Bratling.

How old are you anyway?

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Seventeen.

[justicereigns]

Tch. Not that young then.

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Like I said.

[justicereigns]

Yeah, yeah fine.