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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.))
[Sunday]
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.
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[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...
[Sunday]
[But point taken. He'll back off.]
[Sunday]
[His expression turns more sympathetic.]
You gonna be okay?
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You wanna come down to Seventh Heaven? I'll make you something.
[Sunday]
Sure.
[Sunday]
You guys like pizza, right?
[Sunday]
Always.
[Sunday]
Awesome. That's easy to make. Tell me how you want it prepped as we're walking.
[Sunday]
[Don follows Isamu, thinking for a moment.]
How about deep dish with salami, pineapple, and marshmallow?
[Sunday]
Salami, pineapple, and what?
[Sunday]
[His words aren't failing him again, are they?]
[Sunday]
[Just to make sure he's hearing this right.]
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[Why do all his friends have weird tastes..? At least it won't smell as bad as natto.]
Never made it with that combo before, but I think I can swing it.
[Sunday]
[With your temporary disability and all.]
[Sunday]
[Because then he's not doing it solo.]
[Sunday]
[They soon arrive at the restaurant, and Don follows Isamu into the kitchen. What should he do?]
[Sunday]
> make yourself a drink> stand around awkwardly> sit down and casually give adviceIsamu starts gathering up the usual pizza ingredients. It's not an uncommon request at all (normal pizza isn't, anyway) and he knows his way around the kitchen well.]
So do you like the marshmallows melted in or placed on after? Maybe roasted separately over an open flame and added with a crispy shell?
[It's hard to believe he's asking this in all seriousness.]
[Sunday]
You just drop them on when the pizza is done, and they melt themselves a little.
[Sunday]
Now do you want the salami cold or cooked into the cheese?
[The pineapple he already knows how to work with.]
[Sunday]
[He blinks, then slumps in his seat.]
Wait, I'm not supposed to be eating that.
[Sunday]
You're not supposed to be eating what? The salami?
New diet or something?
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