twenty-eighth breath ✧ action

[ingrate]

[There's a figure walking slowly and aimlessly out of the woods towards town. While it's easily identifiable as Isamu by appearance, his mannerisms and posture will seem completely off to anyone who knows him

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[ledbythewind]

[Richard is exhausted. Between worry and the sudden appearance of monsters and strange environments everywhere, "rest" hasn't exactly been a word in his vocabulary for the past week or so. Still, that hasn't stopped him from patrolling the village and keeping an eye out for Isamu and Cheria-- if anything, the monsters have only prompted him to step up his patrols out of a fear that they could happen upon his friends before he or anyone else does.

This is why, when he finally DOES spot what seems to be Isamu, it's less than two seconds before a relieved smile spreads across his face and he jogs towards his friend as quickly as his tired legs can handle.]

Isamu!

[ingrate]

[Noah stops. Turns to look at the approaching blonde.

Some part of him recognizes him, the part in the back of his mind who knows who's body he's currently sharing. The name doesn't immediately come, however, so he simply waits for the other to get closer.]

[ledbythewind]

[And get closer he does, slowing to a stop in front of the other and giving him a good look-over to check for any obvious injuries.]

I'm so glad you're back... you're not injured anywhere, are you? No strange effects?

[So occupied is he with making sure that Isamu is all right that he hasn't even noticed the glowing eyes...

... which means his very next response is to go for a hug once he's sure his friend isn't bleeding.]

[ingrate]

[Before Richard can hug him, a invisible shield will form between them.

"Isamu" remains where he is, regarding the blond with what might be mild curiosity.]