twenty-seventh breath ✧ action

[musubi]

[Dreams? What dreams. Isamu hasn't been having any dreams. Certainly not the nightmarish kind taking place in a demon-infested, post-apocalyptic world that seem real enough to keep him from wanting to sleep ever again. And he certainly hasn't been avoiding doing just that for the past couple of days, trying to go about his daily routine as if he isn't a disturbed wreck.

Okay, no. All of that's a lie.

He's just lucky he hasn't broken any dishes yet, and he almost spilled a whole tray on a customer earlier. The key word being almost. He isn't ready to lose his job just yet.

It's just business as usual at the Baratie, and he won't hear you argue otherwise.]

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[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

[It's not unusual for Ginko to be around the Baratie. He's just heading inside, at the moment, at catches sight of a distracted looking-- what's his... oh, right.]

Yo, Isamu.

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Hey.

[Isamu stops to give the man a curious look.]

What'll it be?

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

[a shrug] Just hanging around. [a slight peep from the bird (http://www.kolkatabirds.com/pacificswallow8ns.jpg) on his shoulder says otherwise, though]

--Although if you've got some stale bread or something, that would be useful. [not a weird thing to say at all]

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Uh... I can check the back room. Hold on.

[He starts heading back]

...And don't let that bird in anyone's food.

[godbent]

[Well, if it's business as usual-]

Hey, you guys serving smoothies or anything this time of year?

[Not that she isn't a regular - hell, her uncle is the owner and he donates generously to her club - but sometimes what's actually on the menu is hard to keep track of. That said, she's asking (well, lightly shouting) this to Isamu as he's probably working on something else entirely than that booth where she's sitting, so this might not be immediately obvious who she's talking to]

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

[He glances over at her, generally unamused.]

Think we have those year round. What do you want?

[godbent]

Strawberry and banana blend - oh, and whipped cream on top of it.

[She is, obvious, far too self-absorbed to take note of these things]

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Right right. I'm on it.

[Give him a few minutes and he'll set one down in front of her. Look, he even kept the whipped cream all neat.]

[winged_moon]

[Yukito's working in the kitchen today, and as such it's been pretty hard to miss the fact that his fellow employee isn't in the best of shape. So, the next time Isamu stops in the back to pick up an order Yukito puts down what he's working on to look over with an expression of friendly concern.]

I can carry those out for you, if you need to take a break or something.

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Carry...? Oh.

[Isamu looks hesitant, hands the tray over with a sigh.]

Thanks, man. Maybe I'll just grab a cup of coffee or something.

[winged_moon]

It's no trouble at all. I can deal with things while you sit down for a minute... it's not that busy right now.

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Okay.

...This isn't slacking off, all right? I'll get right back on it in a few minutes.

[Action]

[ledbythewind]

[When Isamu's shift is over, he'll find big brother waiting outside to walk him home-- under the pretense of providing any protection from those strange creatures that may be necessary, but also because he's pretty sure that Isamu has been having the exact same dream problem that he has.]

[Action]

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

[Psh. As if Isamu needs protecting. (He probably does.)

He notices his brother, stops to stare blandly in some form of confirmation of the other's existence, then keeps right on walking.]

[Action]

[ledbythewind]

[And Richard just falls into step beside him without a word, flanking him silently for a ways until at last he decides to speak up.]

You've been having them too.

[Action]

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Having what? Dunno what you're talking about.

[Just... walking and not looking over still, bro.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Fear not, Isamu. Your boss is a fair tyrant, and (since you didn't spill that tray of food on the customer) can guess the reason for your lack of performance without losing his cool.

It might help Sanji's only doing marginally better in the sleep department, but he's used to long stretches of wakefulness. It barely hinders him.]

Tired, Isamu? [he says it when the other has a free moment, not glancing up from his orders]

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Of course not. Where'd you get that idea.

[He says this as he realizes he's been wiping out the same glass for the past five minutes.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

... Dunno. Lucky guess. [staaaaare]

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue is sitting at a table, waiting for someone to come and take her order. If you could see under those layers of make-up, you'd be able to guess she hasn't been sleeping well.]

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

[Here. Have a dessert menu. If it's slapped down a bit harder than normal, it's totally not on purpose.]

Anything I can get you?

[touchofrogue]

[You know what? She looks from him, to the dessert menu, and back again... before choosing to not say anything about it. Everyone's entitled to One of Those Days, and this doesn't have that 'it's personal' vibe.]

Whatever you've got with the most chocolate possible.

[Mello had--]

An' a cup of coffee. [Pause.] Please.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

[Have a small pile of napkins, courtesy of the nearby waiter.

Don't make too much of a mess, mmkay?]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Sorry.