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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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Work off some steam, obviously. Let some of my anger out.

[This is helping a little. He attempts to deflect the punch and move in for a hit of his own in the possible opening.]

But I'm completely jinxed. That machine probably would have worked for anyone else.

Edited 2013-06-29 21:29 (UTC)

[Lacking his usual strength, Don is more unbalanced by the block than he normally would be, can't recover his center in time, and takes Isamu's punch right in the beak.]

Ngh--

[Isamu blinks, watching the turtle more carefully now.]

Hey, you okay?

[He knows he hasn't actually gotten this much better.]

[Oh, are we taking a break? Don lets his guard down just a little, and rubs his snout with the back of his hand.]

Ghosts can't eat.

But you're not a ghost anymore, right?

Get some food in you, man.

I did.

[Stop telling him what to do. 8| ]

So there shouldn't be a problem, right?

[Is he not his real dad?]

None at all.

[He moves in, fast, for another punch, just to prove his words.]

[Expecting this, Isamu moves to dodge it just enough to use the turtle's forward momentum against him in an attempt to throw him off balance.]

[Don stumbles again, but twists as he falls, aiming to take Isamu down with him. Starvation or no, he's still a ninja.]

[Two can play at this game. Isamu tries to roll and get himself on top - though this isn't an easy task given his size in comparison to Don's.]

[Yeah, no. Don is all knees and elbows, promising pain anywhere Isamu tries to pop up.]

Shells are totally cheating in this situation. [Ow.] Just so you know!

Next time I'll leave it at home.

[Aren't you surrendering yet?]

Can you do that? Just take it off?

[He's always wondered, okay. And yeah, he's just kinda giving up at this point, pinned down.]

Yes, of course.

[Beat.]

It's part of my skeleton, dungbrain.

Hey, like I ever paid attention to the anatomy of a turtle. And you're a mutant and all, so who knows what's different.

No wonder you always lose. Say yame already.

Fine, yame already.

[Which comes out really weirdly, given that Isamu's default language is already Japanese.]

Now you can stop bruising me with your turtle knees.

[Being from a bilingual family, Don is used to weird crossover. Anyway, he gets up.]

Never flip without follow-up.

Hey, I was just testing you.

[Isamu stands too, adjusting his shirt.]

Mm-hm. Again?

You sure you're feeling up to it?

Edited 2013-07-15 01:29 (UTC)

Back home we did things like this on purpose.

Pin each other to the ground? Because that seems like some serious incestuous repression right there.

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