thirty-fifth breath ✧ action

[musubi]

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.))

Comments

[therewerefifty]

[You're dosing off enough there for even the dishwasher to notice, Isamu. When she finds him listing against a kitchen counter for the second time, Makie tries waking him with a light touch at his elbow.]

Ah... [Dammit, what was this guy's name again...] Sir?

[Friday]

[ledbythewind]

[To say that Richard has been on edge for the past few days would be an understatement. Every single time he hears the door open, or even someone moving around in the house, he's there to check it out within moments. None of them have been Isamu, of course, but that hasn't stopped him from checking anyway.

When he hears that knock, he practially flies across the living room to fling the door open, his expression hopeful. Maybe this time it will be what he's been waiting for...]

[Saturday]

[goldenglasses]

[Who did this guy food to carry? Vash narrowly avoids being run into as he's busing a table. Luckily some quick footwork keeps him from the collision course.] Careful there. I don't exactly want to be wearing that soup anytime soon.

[Sunday]

[i_speak_softly]

[Today, "punching things without even waiting for the sim to start" is a feeling Don can get behind. When he enters the Battle Dome and sees this, he pauses to watch a while with an almost encouraging expression, before walking over.]

What's up, Isamu?

Sunday

[nothisbrother]

[Naoi has made it almost a daily routine ever since he returned from his mission to come to the battle dome and train with the guns Yuri left behind for a little while. And with the possession of Twila still annoying him mixed with the fact that Otonashi still hasn't returned on his mind, he needs to vent himself and this is the only way he really can.

But of course when he spots Isamu at the console, he sighs angrily.]

Imbecile, are you quite finished beating that machine? God doesn't have all day to wait for you to finish this stupidity.

[Saturday]

[castbytheglyph]

[Having dropped by Seventh Heaven to check on Mecha Sanji and make sure everything was still running smoothly, Pascal spots Isamu looking pretty darn tired in one of the booths. She wastes no time in rushing over, sliding into the booth so she's sitting next to him and giving one of his cheeks a few pokes.]

Hey Isamu, wakey wakey!