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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[Action]

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

[MORE BATTING.] Knock that off.

[Action]

[ledbythewind]

[Did you say something, Isamu?]

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

[Oh screw this. Poking back now.]

[ledbythewind]

[And that was absolutely not a squeak in response, because kings don't squeak. Ever.]

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

[Of course it wasn't.

He'll just poke some more.]

[ledbythewind]

[He would try to claim this isn't fair, but... okay so it's perfectly fair and he knows it. Which means that he'll just be retaliating instead because that is the mature way to handle this.]

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

[Okay, now it's just outright tickling.]

[ledbythewind]

[This, of course, means war.

... or it would mean war if it weren't for the fact that Richard secretly happens to be very ticklish and is currently trying to stop laughing long enough to shove Isamu off him.]

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Ticklish royalty. Look at this ridiculousness right here.

[ledbythewind]

We all have - [chuckle] - our weaknesses--!

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

[He eases up, pulling back to Richard has a chance to compose himself.]

[ledbythewind]

[And compose himself he does at last, sitting up and acting as if he hadn't just been being tickled a few seconds earlier.]

And speaking of which, now that you know one of mine, it's only fair to tell me one of yours in return.

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately for you, I have no such issues.

[ledbythewind]

[Richard just raises an eyebrow and scrutinizes him carefully, as if searching for a weak point...]

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

[Crossing his hands over his chest.]

It won't just show up if you squint hard enough.

[ledbythewind]

[OH WAIT he's found one. Swatting the brim of the hat now.]

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

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[ledbythewind]

[And score another point for Richard. Don't expect him to ever stop doing that, either.]