twenty-eighth breath ✧ action

[musubi]

[There's a figure walking slowly and aimlessly out of the woods towards town. While it's easily identifiable as Isamu by appearance, his mannerisms and posture will seem completely off to anyone who knows him.

He seems physically fine otherwise, except that his yellow eyes are now completely aglow with the color. They narrow at anyone who might venture near him.

To him, everything is familiar and yet not, as if he's seeing it for the first time through someone else's eyes.

This is in part true, for it's not the mind of Isamu Nitta inhabiting this body currently. This is Noah, an ancient demon nearly forgotten in time, and this isn't where he belongs.]

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[ledbythewind]

[Think think think... Isamu wasn't really the picky sort, so...]

How about some curry?

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

[ledbythewind]

I think you'll like it, and if you don't, Asbel will take care of any leftovers.

[Speaking of, just where is he? Richard would like to fill him in on this as soon as possible...]

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

[ledbythewind]

Unless you would like Asbel to make it.

[Normally he'd leave it to Cheria, but... well. She's kidnapped too at the moment.]

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

[Not that he'd know.]

[ledbythewind]

Then I'll make it for you.

[He almost reaches for Noah's hand to drag him to the kitchen, then stops, remembering the new "no touching" rule; instead, he motions for the other to follow him.]

I'll make enough for him as well so that he doesn't complain later.

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

[And he follows as he has been.]