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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[mistyarc.livejournal.com]

Long enough to know that you did not, in fact, crack after those two years. As such, I have no reason to believe that you could have been so when you have not.

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[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Not true. I've had some minor cracks here and there, if nothing worth being sent to the loony bin for.

The Malnosso are pretty good at giving shoves in that direction, you know.

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[mistyarc.livejournal.com]

Minor. [Keyword, keyword.] . . . And I do understand that much.

[Especially given recent events.]

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[ingrate.livejournal.com]

So is this part of the reach-out program? Are you here to pull a poor soul back on track?

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[mistyarc.livejournal.com]

I was wondering what you were doing out here. That question simply led to this.

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[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Ah, right.

[He shrugs.]

Are you particularly bothered by my current behavior?

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[mistyarc.livejournal.com]

. . . No, I'm more bothered by the abruptness of the change.

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[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Are you that surprised? This place changes people all the time.

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[mistyarc.livejournal.com]

Surprise and irritation don't necessarily come hand-in-hand. In any case . . . the changes are seldom permanent.

[He trains his gaze on Isamu. At this point, he's just parroting what they both already know, so he ends it there with a readjustment of his spectacles and a few words on the cigarette.]

Please be sure to put it out before heading back inside.

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I planned on it.

[He was at least that courteous, which was why he'd gone outside in the first place.]