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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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Carbon did.

Yes, but he told me he didn't do it any more.

Did he think you were gone for good? Or did he know you were missing at all?

No, the irony is that he was largely doing it because he knew I had been kidnapped.

And there's nothing that happened before that could have driven him to it? He wasn't affected by anything himself?

[Just trying to look for anything that might make it seem less like a betrayal.]

It was the experiment. The Filial spirits. They do weird things to his brain.

That's something, then, isn't it? I mean it sucks for him, but at least he wasn't doing it while in his right mind?

Have you talked to him about it?

[He tilts his hand back and forth, implying that there's more to it, but that he doesn't want to get into the details.]

Yes, but it didn't go well.

Damn.

[Isamu doesn't know what else to say at the moment.]

That's tough, man.

[Don glances sideways at Isamu, almost suspiciously.]

You've never...?

I've never... what?

[He knows he's probably not handling this right, but Isamu's only ever been good at comforting when it comes to Richard.]

Used.

Used...?

[Oh.]

Me? No. Did you think I was the sort of person who would?

No, but I wouldn't have thought he was either, when I first met him.

Appearances can be deceiving, you know?

I probably also don't look like I made a pact with a nameless god for a chance at rebuilding the world the way I wanted it.

Edited 2013-08-05 02:33 (UTC)

... Is not doing drugs the only good decision you ever made in your life?

Ow. Now that's just harsh.

[He gives Don a hurt look.]

You haven't even known me my whole life! I've made plenty of good decisions. Training with you and your brother, for example. Making friends with Richard.

[He starts counting off on his fingers.]

I've been keeping my alcohol intake to a minimum for some time now. I didn't run off with that seven layer fudge cake I saw at the grocers the other day. I haven't attempted robbery for the thrill of it. I haven't thrown myself off a building out of boredom...

[Quietly:] I didn't mean it like that.

[But point taken. He'll back off.]

Some of that was for comic relief, you know.

[His expression turns more sympathetic.]

You gonna be okay?

Probably. I just don't know what okay looks like right now.

It's not how you look, it's how you feel. If you can't say that you feel okay, you probably don't.

[...]

You wanna come down to Seventh Heaven? I'll make you something.

[This doesn't quite parse, to Don's worldview, but he'll think about it more later.]

Sure.

[Isamu stands then, brushing himself off, then holds out a hand to the turtle.]

You guys like pizza, right?

[Yeah, he still outweighs you by a lot and that's not going to happen.]

Always.

[Well it can't be said that he didn't offer.]

Awesome. That's easy to make. Tell me how you want it prepped as we're walking.

Um...

[Don follows Isamu, thinking for a moment.]

How about deep dish with salami, pineapple, and marshmallow?

[Sunday]

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