first breath ✧ action

[musubi]

[There's a pale, shirtless figure walking through the woods just outside town. His footsteps are silent, and the book he holds in one hand remains unopened. The only article of clothing he found at the scene when he awoke was his hat, which he's returned to its rightful place on his head. He'd be normal looking if not for the face-like growths covering the upper portion of his body.

Despite his attempts to go unnoticed, Isamu's presence is announced by the occasional bit of wildlife fleeing from his presence.

At one point he stops and glances around apprehensively.] ...Naoki?

[If you're not Naoki Kashima, he will have very little interest in you. Feel free to attempt conversation anyway, however.]

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

And you're just hanging out in this apartment? If there's a way out of here, you should be... hah... [Isamu had stood up angrily, prepared to launch a tirade, but the sudden rise to his feet had left him dizzy again. He raises a hand to his head and fell back onto the couch.]

...should be... doing something else.

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Naoki shifts to his feet quickly, taking a step toward where he's sitting.] Isamu? What's wrong with you? Are you feeling sick?

[Action] ...let's ignore how all over the place my tenses were there

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

It's nothing. [He waves off Naoki's concern with one hand while still holding his head with the other.]

Just the change in environment... I think.

[Action] |D I'm off to bed now, talk to you tomorrow o/

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Naoki frowns, taking a reluctant step back to his chair.]

Definitely not "nothing"... It's a lot to happen in one day, isn't it? Maybe resting for a while would be good.

[Action] Night!

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[Hey, the Almighty Isamu, Master of Amala, doesn't need your concern, slave. He peers at Naoki through a couple of his fingers, then sighs and nods again.]

Yeah. Maybe. [He's not quite pushy enough to try taking a bed (mostly since that would require moving again) so he tries to make himself comfortable on the sofa. The wings are a nuisance, and he ends up on his side.]

We're finding a way out of here, though.

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[The Almighty Isamu, Master of Amala, is just gonna have to live with the concern because it’s not going anywhere anytime soon.

Naoki watches him for a couple of moments and nods. He settles a little in the chair he’s sitting in.]

Mm, right.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[Almost to himself] I can't stay here permanently. It'll be too crowded...

[And is Naoki just going to sit there? It's making him feel self-conscious. He frowns, then turns around so that the demi-fiend just gets a view of his back.]