Entry tags:
thirty-first breath ✧ voice/action
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?
• 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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[That's about as far as his argument goes, however.]
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[... 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.]
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Idiot.
And anyway, if you wanted one you could've just asked.
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And people enjoy doing that?
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It soothes the nerves or whatever. Plus it's addicting.
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[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.
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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.
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[The smell of alcohol is far more tolerable. :|]
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[He shrugs.]
Makes the voices easier to listen to, anyhow.
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[That's sending up warning flags in his mind-- he knows quite well from personal experience that hearing voices in one's head is usually not a good sign at all.]
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It's a new thing, though. Kinda bothersome.
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[Blinking back.]
Do I look funny now? I checked in the mirror earlier.
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[And he sounds almost confused by that as he settles down next to his friend.]
Is there anything different about me?
[The goat doesn't count, because goats are awesome and there is nothing weird about wanting to bring a goat home, okay.]
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Same girly hair as always.
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[It's... actually a serious question. He hasn't trimmed it in a while and it's starting to become obvious.]
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[Just tease you about it until you figure it out on your own.]
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It really would suit you, you know.
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[He would turn you to his ways. Best kill him now.]
Wow, that wasn't subtle at all.
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