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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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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.

[The darkest dark glare. Don't even go there, Isamu.]

I'm just kidding, man. Chill.

[He moves into a ready stance again.]

Alright. Gonna knock you down for real this time.

If you had siblings, you would understand how entirely not funny that is.

[But go ahead. Do your ~~worst~~ best.]

Really? This is me we're talking about.

[He smirks, the rushes ahead, swerving to the right at the last moment.]

Of course. If you had siblings, you still would not understand why that isn't funny, but the beatings would have eventually taught you to stop saying it.

[Isamu laughs. If he'd had siblings he might have come out completely different, but that's neither here nor there.]

[Keep laughing, Isamu. Don is coming at you again, throwing all his weight behind a punch.]

[Isamu focuses purely on dodging this time, watching the turtle's movements. No attempts to grab or punch him or anything else.]

[Don lunges past Isamu, then attacks from the rear with a spinning kick. He won't be caught off-balance again.]

[Isamu aims to meet the kick with one of his own, which in retrospect isn't as good of an idea as he originally thought given their difference in size (and his lack of training) and he's knocked to the side somewhat.]

[Don finishes the kick and leaps forward, aiming to knock Isamu over with an elbow-jab.]

[Isamu lets himself fall from the stumble, as it's the easiest way to avoid the elbow even if it means he has to roll quick to get back to his feet again.]

[Don gives Isamu time to get up, but only just. The teen had better be ready to dodge another punch as soon as he's on his feet.]

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