sixteenth breath ✧ accidental voice

[There is a clatter, the sound of the journal and a can of soda falling to the floor, a chair scooting quickly away from the table...]

H-hey--! No way, man. I have plans. You can't just--!

[More struggling, and the loud THUD of the table being upended as Isamu tries to get away with little success.]

NAO--!!

[Then his voice is cut off completely, and the journal goes quiet.]