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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]
[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.
[Sunday]
[Sunday]
[Sandwich? Check. Pizza on the table? Check. Isamu takes a seat, motioning for Don to dig in.]
[Sunday]
[He eats the pizza, though with somewhat less gusto than he might normally.]
[Sunday]
You're getting free food. That's a positive.
[The food is always free.]
[Sunday]
[He's not picky.]
[Sunday]
[He tilts his head.]
You want me to see about adding it to the menu under specialty pizzas?
[Sunday]
[He doesn't need the whole village knowing about the "Donatello Special".]
[Sunday]
[He so would have named it after him too.
He'll allow the turtle some time to eat quietly before bringing anything else up.]