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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.))
[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.))
[Saturday]
[She can just stroll into the kitchens and interrupt service to get some coffee or hot chocolate for a friend, right?]
[Saturday]
...A coffee would be good.
[Saturday]
[Off she trots towards the kitchens in search of some coffee. She could so pull off this whole server thing if she wanted to, there's nothing to it!
A moment or so later and Pascal is back with a nice, big mug of coffee. It might be a little on the sweet side as she ended up dumping what tastes like the entire contents of a candy factory into the cup. There's nothing better than a boost to the blood sugar to make you feel all bright eyed and bushy tailed!]
[Saturday]
...Of course he almost immediately makes a face afterwards, but beggars can't really be choosers, can they?]
....Thanks.
[Saturday]
[Or help Isamu on his way to developing diabetes, eh.]
So what's with you anyhoo, didja have a rough night?
[Saturday]
[He yawns.]
I blame the Malnosso.
[Saturday]
[Sounds rough man. At least Isamu is a plant person, so that would make being turned into a tree a lot easier to handle. Possibly. Maybe?]
[Saturday]
[It's Return of the Deadpan, part III.]
[Saturday]
[But maybe he got better in the space of this morning!]
[Saturday]
...What did you put in this, anyway?
[Saturday]
Lemme see. Sugar, plenty of that, some coffee mix stuff, more sugar... I couldn't find any milk, so I went with choco-milk instead! [Everyone loves chocolate, yeah?] Darn, I shoulda asked if you like your coffee milky or whatever.
[Saturday]
How... considerate of you.
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[He has an idea, but overall it's bugging the hell out of him.]
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[She pauses and nods her head at Isamu for him to add on anything else that might be wrong.]
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[Suddenly, Pascal stops right there in the middle of her sentence.]
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[As if he'd ever be that lucky.]
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[Honestly, he really does deserve something for all his effort.]
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[There, that's his payment. Happy customers.]
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[It's not exactly hard to come by.]
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