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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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Hm. Fine.

[Not that he would argue much against this anyway. He allows the fussing, sinking back into the covers.]

[Once he's satisfied that Isamu is all set up nicely, he'll head over into the kitchen to get some hot chocolate started. REAL hot chocolate, not the kind you make from a mix.

The smell will no doubt drift out into the living room in just a few minutes as Richard mixes it up.]

[It will, and it might be all that's keeping Isamu from dozing right off.]

[It's just a few minutes before Richard comes back with a mug of hot chocolate, complete with marshmallows. He really went all out here-- he would've added whipped cream too, but given that Isamu didn't feel like eating, he figured that might've been too much.]

Here you are.

[He holds out the mug for Isamu with a little smile.]

[Isamu sits up a little so he can handle it more easily.

The mug is hot in his hands, but he doesn't really care. He takes a couple long, slow sips of it. He might not feel hungry, but it still helps to get something into his system.]

[Richard watches him for a moment to make sure that he's not going to choke or be sick or anything like that before flopping down on the floor beside the couch and just sort of leaning his head against Isamu's side.

At this point, he doesn't even care if Isamu calls him out on being clingy.]

Asbel and Pascal were worried about you too, you know.

Were they? Nn.

[He's touched, really. He's just too tired to make much of a deal over it.]

Of course. Surely you don't think that I am the only one here who cares about you.

[After a moment more of leaning, he sits up and crawls around behind the end of the couch so he can start giving Isamu a shoulder rub.]

Tell me if this hurts you at all.

[On the contrary, that's the best thing in the world right now.

He makes a pleased noise. If Richard doesn't pay enough attention, he might accidentally let his mug slip from his fingers.]

[It's a good thing that Richard is in fact keeping an eye on that mug for the simple reason that he was half-expecting something like this to happen. When that mug starts to slip, he lunges over Isamu's shoulder to grab it before it spills.

Crisis averted, for the time being.]

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