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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[winged_moon]

[Yukito glances over his shoulder, curious.]

Not sleeping? Or dealing with strange dreams?

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

The sleeping... thing.

Forget about it.

[winged_moon]

Sorry. [He gives a short, embarrassed-sounding laugh and turns back to the dishes.] I guess it was kind of a personal question.

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

It was. But whatever. It's not like people aren't always asking me personal questions.

[winged_moon]

Hm, just because other people aren't polite doesn't mean I shouldn't be.

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Guess that makes you a special sort of [loser] person.

[winged_moon]

[Yukito just chuckles quietly and keeps working on the dishes.]

I'm sure it'll all be back to normal soon enough.

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

It had better fucking be.

[Coffee, you are his only savior.]

[winged_moon]

It will definitely be all right.

[The words come out without Yukito stopping to think first, then he freezes briefly when he remembers where he's heard that before: those dreams.

Oh. Not... something he was trying to think about right now.

But then he just keeps washing pans, because nothing keeps him distracted like brainless work.]

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

...I don't need you to tell me that.

[Stupid people being stupid and concerned.]

[winged_moon]

[There's a spot of caked-on food on the pan that seems to require a lot of Yukito's attention to scrub off.]

I know. Not any more than I need to tell you how to do your job.

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

What, you think I'm doing my job wrong too?

[He's so with it.]

[winged_moon]

Quite the opposite, in fact.

[Given that talking to him doesn't seem to be helping matters at all, Yukito thinks that perhaps he should stop. Even if it seems Isamu could really use a nap right now.]

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

...Yeah, okay.

Whatever, I shouldn't snap at you. I'll get some sleep after this shift or something.

[winged_moon]

Hm, that might be a good idea. Coffee can only last you for so long, after all.

[He would certainly know that— though when he'd been tired for so long it had been for an entirely different reason.]

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah. I know, trust me.

[He went without sleep often enough when he was worried.]