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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]
[Just to make sure he's hearing this right.]
[Sunday]
[Sunday]
[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?
[Sunday]
[A moment of internal struggle.]
I don't care. I'm starving.
[Sunday]
It's almost like real meat!
[Sunday]
[End of discussion.]
[Sunday]
[He's at least done his duty to vegetarianism by asking.]
Give it a few minutes, but it shouldn't be much longer than that. This oven handles it quick.
[Sunday]
What are you having?
[Sunday]
[He hasn't thought about it. He'd just been planning on making food for Don and that was it. But now that he thinks about it, he's hungry too. And it would be awkward if his friend was the only one eating.]
Uh... I was just gonna see what we had while this was cooking. Don't know what I'm in the mood for.
[Sunday]
[Sunday]
Isamu scrounges around in the refrigerator, eventually pulling out some simple sandwich making ingredients and piling them up between two pieces of bread. That'll do.]
Is this a favorite of yours, or just what you felt like today?
[Sunday]
[Sunday]
[He gets a pair of ovenmitts on, ready to pull the pizza from the oven as the timer goes off.]
Any other strange combos of toppings you guys are fond of?
[Sunday]
[Sunday]
...I guess it could be normal where you come from.
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[Sunday]
[Sandwich? Check. Pizza on the table? Check. Isamu takes a seat, motioning for Don to dig in.]
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