fifth breath ✧ voice / action

[musubi]

[Isamu steps out of his apartment this afternoon with a lollipop in his mouth and immediately checks to see if anyone else is in the area before sliding a wrapped package containing a small number of the same treats under the door to Naoki's (with some difficulty). There, see? You couldn't say he didn't care about his friends.

He pulls out his notebook as he's headed out the door from community building 7. It's time he checked up on a certain someone. Sadly, he'd forgotten to get Raphael's name...]

Oi. So I'm looking for a giant talking turtle guy.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Oh, it's you. Thought so.

[Not so comfortable with you knowing where he lives yet, though.]

You don't gotta come here. You wanna see the little bastard, I got it in the other room.

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

But it's better if I see it in person. That way I can make sure you're taking care of it properly.

Besides, then I can see you close up, so I'll know for sure you're really a giant turtle and not just a really dedicated furry in a costume.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

That's... what the hell? You're nuts. Why would I want you in my house?

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

So bring it outside your house. I'm not aiming to snoop out your personal porn stash or anything.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

They don't got porn here. You'd hafta go back home if ya wanted to get a hold of my stash. Then I'd beat you to a bloody pulp.

[Yes he is UNASHAMED!]

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

What, seriously? I'd have thought there'd be some underground trade or something by now with people making their own...

So then you've got nothing to hide, right?

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

You could always go spyin' on the ladies up at the hot springs. Just gotta warn you though, some of 'em got a mean left hook.

And uh, no. It ain't hidin' stuff I'm worried about. I'll just meet ya somewhere else, okay?

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Dude, only losers pull that sort of stunt.

So it's what? Do I look like much of a threat to you? [a sigh] Fine. Where at?

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Sorry, man. Call me paranoid. Guess you could say I got trust issues and a growin' list of enemies.

Name a place, I'm there.

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

How about that cul-de-sac with all the shops? I'll meet you in the center.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

All right. I'm headin' out. [He closes Don's journal and goes to get the jar-o-spider from his room. He'll arrive in the center of the village not too long after, cautiously looking for Isamu. Two-legged one.]

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[And he'll be chillin' by the fountain with his arms crossed. It's hard to miss a big walking turtle.]

Oy! Greenie!

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Greenie? [He quirks a brow and approaches in Isamu's direction.] Y'know, I been called a lot of weird names, but that ain't one of them.

[He holds up the jar with a look of displeasure.] Here's your stupid bug. Think it's still alive.

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

It fits, doesn't it? [Wow. No mistaking it. He really IS a giant turtle. A rather muscular giant turtle. He peers into the jar, though he honestly has no idea how to tell how healthy a spider is. If it's flipped on its back, it's dead. That's about the extent of his knowledge.]

Well, have you been feeding it?

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[He gives the jar a shake.] Pfft. Like hell I've been feeding it. It don't even got a web to catch stuff in. What'm I supposed to do?

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Don't shake it, moron!

It probably just hunts. Toss some decently sized bugs in there every so often. You know... little crickets, maybe moths or something.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

How long do I gotta keep this thing, anyways? I'm gettin' sick of lookin' at it.

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

The idea's for you to gain some appreciation for the little guys! Come on. How can you not like that little multi-eyed face.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well, you ain't woken up at night with one the size of your fist crawlin' across your face.

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Can't say I have. [He could argue that there are worse things to wake up to, but he won't.]

Tell you what. You keep it alive for another week and I'll take it off your hands.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Oh, he's woken up to worse. Trust me.]

Yeah, and what if it dies before that. I don't think these things live that long.

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Some of them do. Especially the larger ones. Haven't you ever seen anyone keep a tarantula for a pet?

If it dies before that... [He shrugs.] It'd be disappointing. I'd think you could manage better.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

I don't know many people. [Would explain the lack of social skills, eh?] So no.

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[What, people aren't flocking to be friends with a giant talking turtle?]

Well, anyway. Like I said. Give it another week. Maybe you'll start getting to like it! [He's just amused this guy's listening to him to begin with.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[More like this guy's near impossible to get along with. But he finds you entertaining, so he's humoring you. Plus, he is so not a wuss.

He snorts his disdain, glaring into the jar with a look of disgust.]

Doubtful.

Feel like I should be gettin' paid for this.