musubi | twenty-sixth breath ✧ voice/action

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twenty-sixth breath ✧ voice/action

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[The camera on Isamu's end is covered, more to hide his eyes for now than anything else.]

I'm, uh... I'm back.

Just in case anyone was worried or anything.

It's okay. I'm fine.

...Welcome to all the new people, I guess.

[Pause.]

Richard? We'll talk.

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[He's not sure he quite believes you, but he'll be waiting on the sofa with a cup of tea nevertheless.]

[Isamu is something of a mess when he finally walks in. His clothes are dirty - torn in some places, his hands are bandaged around the knuckles and he had obviously been doing a fair amount of crying.

Aside from this, however, he seems physically fine.

He nods tiredly at Richard as he enters the living room.]

[Richard seems to be faring marginally better in the "not bleeding" sense, but his eyes are red-rimmed, with dark circles beneath them. Isamu isn't the only one who has been crying here, that much is obvious.

He's standing up as soon as he sees the other and walking over; then, without hesitation or any words at all, he pulls him into a tight hug. He's pretty sure Isamu needs it as much as he does right about now.]

[It's needed enough that Isamu actually returns it. He doesn't start sobbing again, though. He doesn't think he has any of that left in him right now.]

It's gonna get better, man...

Mmm...

[Richard has pretty much cried himself out as well, though he does have to force back a lump that threatens to rise in his throat. Does he believe Isamu's words? He's not sure right now.]

Have you been completely by yourself this whole time?

[A slow, silent nod. He's not even sure if Asbel is aware that Naoki has gone home yet.]

I really am sorry.

[He pulls away to look at him carefully. His eyes are clearly yellow.]

Isamu...

[Richard's own eyes widen when he sees that, breath catching... without thinking, he lifts a hand to rest it on Isamu's cheek, fingers framing his eye, because they're yellow, why are they yellow? What happened to him?]

[Isamu squirms a little, but not much.]

A-ah... it's... just the eyes. I think I'm fine...

What happened?

[He's clearly concerned, even though Isamu is brushing it off.]

I... don't know. I didn't even know it had happened until later.

They were like this when I was... you know...

Back in your world?

[He doesn't think he needs to elaborate any more on what he means by that.]

...After I got all messed up, yeah. And when I first arrived here.

[He runs a hand through his hair.] I must've just gotten so upset... I don't even know.

...

[That much he can understand the concept of, at least-- he's been physically ill with guilt himself, but is even that really enough to do something like change the color of someone's eyes? He isn't sure, and he's worried.]

... you must be hungry. Why don't I make something to eat?

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Well, I had...

...yeah. I'm starving.

And I'll expect you to have cleaned up by the time the food is ready.

[Translation: go take a bath, man.]

[He can't help but chuckle a little at that, rubbing the back of his neck.]

I know, I know.

[So yeah, he'll just... go do that now.]

[Meanwhile, Richard will just busy himself making some bacon and scrambled eggs-- nothing fancy, but he doesn't really have the energy for anything more than that, and it's filling enough.]

[Clean and in new clothes, Isamu pads into the kitchen on bare feet.]

...Shit, that smells good.

I hope I made enough for your appetite, if you haven't eaten for a few days.

[He turns off the heat, then gets down two plates, waiting to let Isamu help himself first.]

I'm sure it'll be okay.

[He wants to just take all of it, but makes sure to leave plenty for Richard. He has to make sure that idiot eats too.]

[He can take more if he wants, because Richard is only serving himself a small portion of each for the moment. He's not sure just how long his housemate has gone without eating.]

How are your hands?

[Just how badly did you mess yourself up, Isamu? :|]

They're, uh...

[Why are you talking when there's food, Richard? Isamu sets his plate on the table and holds his bandaged hands out.]

They'll be okay. I still can't grip anything too hard, but I was able to do most of the healing myself.

[Richard reaches out his own hands, then pauses, looking to Isamu for permission.]

May I try? I doubt my healing is anywhere near the level of yours, but I may at least be able to help a little.

[He managed to get a little bit of practice in before... well.]

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