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fifth breath ✧ voice / action

[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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[Holds himself back from saying 'That's because you are an idiot, Naoki.' But only just.]

I tried sitting around in all sorts of places, but the only time I got any response at all was when I was sitting out in an open field, and I'm pretty sure that had more to do with this girl I ran into than me.

Open field? That was probably Tsinku, then. He's kind of...hard to get along with at first. Takes a bit of time to earn their trust and all that. I spent a lot of time just talking aloud, hoping they were listening before I finally got a response.

So you just sat around talking to yourself, basically?

Yeah, pretty much.

Do you have any idea how lame that's gonna make me feel?

Probably just as lame as it made me feel. But it's not so bad--and it's gratifying when they finally start talking back.

I guess... Suppose I'll just have to find some place where no one will pop up out of nowhere and ask about it... [If such a place exists.]

Well, you can try. People seem to like popping out of nowhere here, though--which I bet you've noticed by now.

No kidding! What the hell? I'm just grateful no one's barged into my apartment yet.

Well, nobody's barged into mine yet. But yeah--never any shortage of people around.

Man...

It's not so bad. Maybe you'll get used to 'em.

Well, it's no more crowded than Tokyo used to be, but somehow it feels like it. Probably because these guys don't mind their own damn business half the time.

In comparison--yeah, it feels like that. I mean, how many people would just talk to you out of the blue there?

Not many, man. [He snorts.] ...Maybe Hijiri.

[Naoki's thoroughly glad Isamu's not there to see how his body goes tense at the name.] ...Yeah, maybe.

[He can hear the tone in his voice, though. Ah. Sore subject.]

Guess I could try pinning a "Do Not Disturb" sign on my back.

Could try. Might end up attracting even more attention, though.

Yeah, good point. Damn backwards town.

So, whatcha planning to do after you check up on this dare of yours?

...I dunno. Hadn't really thought that far ahead yet. Might check out the clothes shop or something. Again. Maybe go back to that field...

You looking for something particular at the shop or something? Heh...I'd say keep at the spirit thing. It'll pay off in the end.

Not really... But I'm going to need more than one outfit, as much as I like this one. I'm just kinda particular.

And it had better! What with the effort it's taking.

Huh, I guess... [Naoki sounds bemused at the whole outfit thing--but this is the guy who runs around in pants.]

Could always check out the other clothing store here. The person who runs it makes stuff custom-made, so maybe you'd find something more your style there, or you could ask for something.

Guess I could, yeah... [He'll think that option over a bit.]

Well... enjoy your candy, Naoki.

[Voice]

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