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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[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]

[alsjdkjhkjfdh]

[ledbythewind]

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