thirty-first breath ✧ voice/action

[musubi]

Saggitarius
• The body under the couch is starting to smell.
• Quit whining about the pain, it only makes it worse for everyone else.
• Stop smoking. Or start. Whichever you're not doing.

[Isamu is sitting outside the house, a cigarette in one hand. Every so often he tilts his head to the side, as though hearing a voice that only he can hear. He didn't smoke before now, and he still doesn't really care for it, but he felt a need to start today.

His journal lies open in his lap.]

I don't know what this place wants from me sometimes. No one does, I know.

Guess it's about that time again, huh?

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[Voice]

[markofthewise]

I think it more or less wants you to go crazy. Or something like that.

[Voice]

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

[He snorts.]

Well it's being successful with that.

[Voice]

[markofthewise]

Only if you let it. At least, that's what my goat has been trying to tell me.

[Hello starshine, crazytown says hello!]

[Voice]

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

[That gets a good laugh out of Isamu.]

...Well at least I'm not going it alone.

[Voice]

[markofthewise]

[He has no idea what you mean, bro.]

If you say so.

[Voice]

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Heh.

...I've talked to you before at some point, haven't I? I feel like I should know who you are.

[Voice]

[markofthewise]

It... might have been awhile ago. [Heck, a village this small, anyone who sticks around for longer than a year at least has a familiar face.] It's Sokka. The guy at the smithy?

[Voice]

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Sounds a little familiar.

[Voice]

[markofthewise]

I'm mentioned by name in the guide. So. Probably where you heard of me. [Cuz I be awesome.]

[Action]

[ledbythewind]

[There you are, Isamu. And is that... a cigarette? Don't tell him Sanji's bad habits are starting to rub off because he really, really does not like the smell of smoke.

Which is why he's just going to be reaching down and plucking that cigarette right out of Isamu's fingers.]

[Action]

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Hey... I wasn't done with that.

[That's about as far as his argument goes, however.]

[Action]

[ledbythewind]

You are now.

[... and then, out of horrible, morbid curiosity (he just wants to know why people do it, okay?), he lifts the cigarette to his own lips and inhales probably a bit harder than he really should...

... and promptly starts coughing.]

[Action]

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

[That earns him a snort from Isamu.]

Idiot.

And anyway, if you wanted one you could've just asked.

[Action]

[ledbythewind]

[It takes him a moment to stop coughing long enough to speak.]

And people enjoy doing that?

[Action]

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs.]

It soothes the nerves or whatever. Plus it's addicting.

[Action]

[ledbythewind]

All the more reason not to do it.

[He knows he's already got a bit of a problem with his drinking and he is not going to be adding to that.]

But what made you decide to start? I thought you didn't like it either.

[Action]

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

I dunno, it's kinda weird.

Like I woke up this morning and decided it would be a good idea.

...Well, nah. I knew it would be a bad idea, but I wanted to do it anyway.

action;

[mistyarc.livejournal.com]

[Hubert emerges from the house in a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, his casual attire that he's taken to wearing since the moment he started getting strange urges.

He picks up on the smell of smoke quickly and turns to the cause. It's a rather terrible smell.]

Sir Isamu?

action;

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Yeah?

[Isamu gives him a rather dispassionate glance.]

action;

[mistyarc.livejournal.com]

What are you doing?

[Hubert knows that it's smoking, but he questions what would drive Isamu to do it.]

action;

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Pondering the meaning of life. It wasn't obvious?

action;

[mistyarc.livejournal.com]

Life in Luceti?

action;

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Life in general. Does there need to be specifics?

action;

[mistyarc.livejournal.com]

It seems sudden.

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[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Maybe. Maybe not soon enough.