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thirty-fifth breath ✧ action

Friday - backdated

[Isamu is having a distinct feeling of deja-vu. This isn't the first time he's been dropped off after a kidnapping not far from home, drugged enough to make the trek difficult but still conscious enough to attempt it.

Once at the door, he stops to lean his forehead against it, hoping some of the dizziness will wear off. It's some time before he finally decides to just knock. If he falls inside when the door opens, then so be it.]

Saturday

[Wanting to clear his head some, Isamu attempts to work at Seventh Heaven as usual. Bouts of drowsiness keep creeping up on him, however, and he's continuously nodding off while leaning against a counter or slumped at a table. Forget having him actually carry food out to a table. Not unless you want to lose half of it on the way there, anyway.

Frustrated, he'll spend the latter part of his shift slouching in a booth.]

Sunday

[It's hard, but he manages (he thinks) to slip away from Richard for a while, heading down to the battle dome in order to vent. This wouldn't be a bad plan in theory if he could actually get any of the programs to work. Should anyone walk in on him at this point, they'll find him pounding his fist into one of the consoles. He's not even doing any damage to it, so it's mostly just to make himself feel better (which it's also failing at).]

((ooc: Isamu's mallynap effect is that he won't be able to do most things on his own for a while. He will be increasingly grouchy because of this.))

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Yeah. Yeah, okay.

[He steps back away, since Richard doesn't seem to like the posting, only to have the sudden movement make him dizzy enough that he's on his ass before he even realizes it.]

[... yeah, he probably should have seen that one coming. Oh well.

To his credit, he won't laugh this time; instead, he kneels down to make sure that Isamu is okay.]

... or should we wait a few moments first?

Think I'll just... lay on the sofa.

[Once he can actually get there, that is.]

[At the mention of the sofa, Richard glances over to it, then back to Isamu. It's not THAT far away, really... surely he can manage it. Besides, Isamu is smaller than he is, so it shouldn't be too difficult. Hell, he managed to lift Naoki up once and Naoki was a hell of a lot more muscular!

... too bad he is forgetting the very important fact that he himself weighed considerably more and was in much better physical shape and not half-starved when he did that.

Good thing Isamu is already sitting; that makes it much easier for Richard to slide his arms under him and... heave-ho, up you go, Isamu!]

[Isamu utters a somewhat garbled noise of protest, legs fumbling to take hold on the floor again as he's raised up.

He can stand on his own! Really! Just get him a wall or something to lean on...]

[This would be a whole lot easier if Isamu weren't squirming so much-- it's throwing Richard off balance and making it difficult for him to actually lift the other man up.

But he is determined and will not be deterred! Isamu has carried him so many times that it's only fair that he return the favor for a change.

Okay, Isamu is deceptively heavy for someone so small, at least in Richard's mind. C'mon legs, you can do this...]

[It's a bit difficult, but Isamu is at last able to get his own legs underneath him fairly well. Or at least enough that he can assist Richard in getting the rest of him upright.

Once up, he continues to lean a bit into the blond.]

I can just... get there on my own.

[Too bad Richard doesn't plan on stopping there. Nope, he's going to carry Isamu to the couch if it's the last thing he does, meaning that once Isamu is upright, he's going to try to scoop him back up again in the hopes it will be easier now that he's not trying to lift his friend's full weight all the way up from the ground.]

It's no trouble at all... don't worry about it.

[HE CAN DO THIS, MAN. HE CAN TOTALLY DO THIS.]

Richard, it's right there.

This... is ridiculous.

[Good luck picking him up there, your majesty. He isn't going to struggle as much, at least.]

Knock it off, you underweight... person.

It may be right there, but right now you aren't even capable of standing without assistance. This is better for both of us.

[Oof. He may need to eat more, but Isamu needs to eat LESS according to his assessment right about now. (Not that he'll say this out loud.)

This is the most pathetic princess carry ever.]

[Isamu is a twig. Your assessment is flawed, weakling.]

It's not better for you, idiot.

I think I can manage.

[Just ignore how much he's wobbling right now, that is a minor unimportant detail.]

Man... I'm not your bride.

Just set me the fuck down.

[Richard looks hurt, though he makes no move to set Isamu down.]

You've carried me so many times... I wanted to return the favor for you.

You don't need to do that...

[But he sighs and lets Richard so what he wants.]

I want to.

[One foot in front of the other, okay. Take this one step at a time.

But he's having a hard time holding Isamu up AND walking at the same time, and he may be leaning back just a tad too much in an attempt to compensate for his friend's weight...]

Richard...

[Isamu notices that leaning, out of it as he is.]

[NO HE'S GOT THIS HE'S REALLY GOT THIS--

-- until he overbalances just a little too much and over he goes with a yelp, Isamu still in his arms.]

[Dammit, Richard!

Both of them fall over, and Isamu is quick to scramble off the other so he doesn't cause too much damage. Then he just glares at him a little.]

Seriously, dude. It's okay.

[The impact with the floor leaves Richard seeing stars for a moment, so he just sort of lies there, staring up at the ceiling and mentally berating himself for not even being able to manage something so simple.

But he doesn't say any of that out loud.]

... are you all right?

I'm fine.

[He reaches over, giving Richard an awkward pat on the shoulder.]

Can you... get up?

Fortunately for both of us, the only thing damaged is my pride.

[He smiles, a little sheepishly, but he does manage to sit up on his own. Once he gets there, he waits to see whether or not Isamu will need help standing up.]

[Isamu manages to get to his feet with a little help from the wall, which he then uses until he's close enough that he can grab onto the back of the sofa.]

Think I'm just gonna...

[After a couple attempts, he hefts himself over the back of the couch and just sort of flops onto the cushions.]

Rest there for a while?

[Fine by Richard. After that rather embarrassing failure, he'd rather not try to drag Isamu around any further than necessary. Besides, it's easier to keep an eye on him out here.]

You'll hear no objections from me. In fact, why don't I go make you something to eat? What would you like?

Nnn... I don't think I could eat right now.

[He lifts one hand from the cushion in a weak little wave.]

Maybe later.

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