eleventh breath ✧ action

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[It's sometime after he's gotten back from the usual friday morning session at the dojo, and it's pouring down rain outside. Therefore, the logical place for Isamu to be is indoors, maybe reading a book. This, however, is not the case

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[Isamu stumbles in a bit later, dripping and shivering and not entirely steady on his feet. He's barefoot too, having left his muddy shoes outside the door. He knows he's probably gone and caught himself a cold, too.

And was it worth it? Possibly.

Isamu stares at the towel and clothes for a moment, quite certain he's never going to get used to this.] I'm guessing you're in.

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...Right. [Grabbing the towel now to dry of his hair. He starts unbuttoning his shirt, then glances back at Naoki. Yeah, no. The clothes are grabbed up in a bundle as he heads to his room to change.]

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[Isamu returns shortly in the dry clothing, pauses at the end of the sofa, then steps closer and slumps down next to Naoki, looking beat.]

Keeping a diary? A day in the life?

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...Probably. [Yep. Definitely starting to feel a little stuffy.]

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No, this was the best day for it. Don't know how long the weather will keep up.

[Watching you...] You're not gonna force bedrest and soup, are you?

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[...Totally not trusting that.]

It's just a typical cold, I think. Nothing too bad. My own fault and all that.

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[Isamu chuckles.] Gotcha, Doc.

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Man, you're unreal, you know that. [He'll probably find something to send him out for, too.]