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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?

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Do you think I should get it cut?

[It's... actually a serious question. He hasn't trimmed it in a while and it's starting to become obvious.]

Edited 2011-11-29 04:36 (UTC)

It's your hair, man. I'm not gonna tell you what to do with it.

[Just tease you about it until you figure it out on your own.]

You don't have any opinion at all?

My opinion is that if it gets long enough to get caught in your ass you should probably cut it for safety's sake.

Now that you mention it, long hair wouldn't look bad on you either. Perhaps a ponytail...

Ahaha... Nah. Not my thing.

[Too late, Isamu, he's already trying to pull your hair back into one to see how it would look.]

...Knock that off.

[Richard laughs.]

It really would suit you, you know.

If I wanted it in a ponytail, it would be in a pony tail.

[He would turn you to his ways. Best kill him now.]

Wow, that wasn't subtle at all.

I beg your pardon?

Nothing.

Voices, is all. The usual.

And what were these voices saying this time?

Nothing worth repeating.

[He rubs at his forehead.]

It's fine. I'm just doing my best to ignore them until this is over.

[Richard's quiet for a moment, thinking... then he gets an idea, because hey, he was saying he felt bad for not repaying Isamu for things earlier, after all.

He scoots over a little closer, reaches up to angle Isamu's shoulders a bit to make this easier, and... this time it's Isamu's turn to get a (unskilled) shoulder rub.]

What are you...? Heh.

[Isamu sinks back a little, not complaining.]

I told you-- I don't like feeling like I haven't done anything to help in return.

[And okay, so it's not the best backrub ever, but he's trying his best.]

And I told you not to - hn - worry about it.

Unfortunately, that's one order I can't obey.

You say that like you obey many to begin with.

Only if they come from you or Asbel.

[Is he joking or being serious? The world may never know.]

Psh. If you listened to more of our advice you'd be better off.

Is that so?

[And he may be putting just a tiny bit of extra pressure into his backrub right now as a sort of teasing gesture.]

Nph.

Damn right it's so.

Edited 2011-12-11 03:20 (UTC)

Then would you be so kind as to dispense me some of your sage wisdom, O Great One?

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