007↠ ACTION/VOICE (Forward-dated to tomorrow morning)

[concasse]

... Oi. Any of you New Feathers interested in cooking?

[This rather straight and subdued question comes from someone who hasn't looked at his journal in what feels like a long, long time, let alone felt the desire or necessity to make a public statement. And he knows it. The fact alone almost makes him break off before he finishes.]

I'm still down a few cooks at Seventh Heaven, so I'd appreciate any shitty help about now.

[But there, he's finished. After a moment's thought, he closes the journal and heads out for the day - to Seventh Heaven, of course, but only for a few hours, and then perhaps a walk later since it suits his fancy. There's plenty of thinking to be had no matter where he goes. And the entire time outdoors, he reminds himself that it's been chilly for a few weeks now, this isn't anything new.

He just... missed it happening.

The item shop, the clothing store, the forest, the bar... it doesn't really matter to him where he ends up. He's spent more than enough time to himself in the house, avoiding friend and acquaintance alike. Today will be spent remembering what feeling normal is like, and he's okay with searching a little to find out.]

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[ledbythewind]

[And as always, Richard manages a wan little smile anyway, making no move to set down the tray of dishes he's currently holding. Right now, being out of the house is the best way for him to take his mind off of everything that happened on the draft. Staying at home translates into him hovering over Isamu to the point of annoyance on the other's part, and some on his as well, since there really isn't anything he can do to help that hasn't already been done. By now he's self-aware enough to realize when he's worrying himself to the point of neurosis, even if he still doesn't know how else to cope with things.

It's a start, at least.]

No, I'll be fine. I don't think I could stand sleeping anymore after this past week.