sixth breath ✧ voice / action

[musubi]

[The journal falls open with a thud, and the sound of crackling can be heard, soon followed by the roar of a vacuum cleaner. Something seems off about the sound, though, as if the machine is spazzing out, bumping around like no vacuum cleaner is meant to do. Isamu's cursing is drowned out by it at first, but he eventually makes his way closer to the journal.]

--hardly touched... All right fine, you know what? I don't like you either!

[The scream that follows is short and definitely not girly sounding. The door to his apartment opens and he's quite literally chased out of it by the possessed device. This, dear people of Luceti, is why you don't attempt to practice electrical magic around electrical appliances, especially when said magic isn't really working properly for you.

Eventually, Isamu slams his foot down on the vacuum cleaner and it comes to a sputtering stop. It may be possible to hear him panting out in the hall.]

It's all good. I got this under control.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[Not really able to help himself here.] What do you have to be nervous about?

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

Ah--nothing. [Naoki waves a hand dismissively.]

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[Sorry, man. Isamu's nosy when it comes to you. Also wasn't nearly as traumatized and isn't even thinking along the same lines.] Remember what?

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Naoki grunts and turns away slightly——an image, from the rooftop, looking out as the Conception rains black lightning down on Tokyo—Yuko Takao—]

It’s nothing.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[There's an unreadable expression on Isamu's face as he witnesses that, but he says nothing.]

All right. If you say so.

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Naoki glances back at him after a moment, nodding to the vacuum cleaner.]

Were you practicing while you were cleaning?

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Uh... something like that. [Isamu rubs at the back of his neck somewhat guiltily.]

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[He grins, raising an eyebrow.]

Tsinku might've messed that up, then. Might want to stick to brooms for a bit.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[Frown.] Brooms don't work so well on carpet.

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

Ah--you'll have to shake it out outside, then.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

...The carpeting attached to the floor?

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Blink and then--a shrug.] ...Guess you'll just have to live with it, then.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[Grumble.] I'll figure something out.

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Naoki laughs.] I'm sure. If I can help, lemme know.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Sure. I'll let you know. [Or not, but he'd see.]

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Naoki blinks a little, thoughtfully, before tossing a backward glance into his apartment, frowning. He looks back over.]

I was just headed out when I heard you. Have anything you wanted at the shops?

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Nah, I think I'm good. [He waves off the concern, a 'thanks' going unspoken.]

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Naoki grins regardless and steps out of his apartment, closing the door behind him. He begins to make his way down the hall, giving his shoulder a pat as he goes by.]

I'll see you later, then.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[Shoulder pat, what. Isamu sticks out his tongue and belatedly brushes where his hand had been.]

Yeah, don't get yourself into trouble.

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Naoki snorts at him and laughs, making his way towards the stairs, waving a hand.]

Goes double for you.