twenty-fifth breath ✧ voice
[When Isamu speaks, his voice is incredibly shaky.]
You motherfuckers.
You fucking win. Are you happy?
[He doesn't clarify who he's speaking to, but the answer may be obvious.
Wanting to visit Naoki as often as he could get away with without being shooed off, the teen had headed up to his friend's apartment. But he wasn't there. It didn't look as if he'd ever been there.
He wasn't at the house. He wasn't at the New Feather lodges. He wasn't anywhere.
Naoki would have told him if he was leaving again, right? Things had just been starting to work out between them again...]
You can't... You can't do shit like this.
DO YOU HEAR ME? YOU CAN'T DO THIS.
[Filtered to Raphael, Richard, and Sanji]
He's gone.
I have to get out of here.
Just... don't look for me, okay?
[Unspoken: He'll be back. Maybe.]
You motherfuckers.
You fucking win. Are you happy?
[He doesn't clarify who he's speaking to, but the answer may be obvious.
Wanting to visit Naoki as often as he could get away with without being shooed off, the teen had headed up to his friend's apartment. But he wasn't there. It didn't look as if he'd ever been there.
He wasn't at the house. He wasn't at the New Feather lodges. He wasn't anywhere.
Naoki would have told him if he was leaving again, right? Things had just been starting to work out between them again...]
You can't... You can't do shit like this.
DO YOU HEAR ME? YOU CAN'T DO THIS.
[Filtered to Raphael, Richard, and Sanji]
He's gone.
I have to get out of here.
Just... don't look for me, okay?
[Unspoken: He'll be back. Maybe.]