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And just what if you're wrong, Tetsuo?

What then?

[Because he remembers this, being on the other side of this conversation, where Tetsuo is.]

What then?!

Then ... I'll go through everyone. One by one until I find out WHO!!

You gonna start talking or what!

i bet we could figure it out
a bunch of people got some free at a swear in like six months ago
i bet some of them have ported out by now
so maybe free vespa

jetpacks food now vespas theyre really trying to bribe people to do shit for them huh oh well its not like theyll be using them right

Dammit, Tetsuo....

What do you want me to say? You want an answer from me? Then you tell me what I did.

Or what you THINK I did.

[The response is immediate, almost reflexive. If he was thinking this out more, it probably would be a better move to just go ahead and try to search through people instead of playing this stupid game.]

I think you had something to do with this!

[Flashes a piece of paper at him. It's got writing on it, but definitely not in Japanese. Think he's lying now, Kaneda? Think nothing happened??

Honestly speaking, he's got no idea what it actually says. He just knows what it came with, with his name on it - and that's clue enough for him that Kaneda had something to do with the package. Who else would ever bring that shit up anywhere but that guy.]

[The note's up in his face before he can even react, eyes shooting wide open. The lack of Japanese is...yeah, okay, let him just fish out his own communicator, now sporting a giant scratch across the top cover of it (don't ask) as he gets the translator going.

...

And he reads it.]

'Heard you were a big fan of these, so I thought I'd let you have them. You're welcome!!!'

[Blink. Blinks at Tetsuo.]

So leeeeeeeme get this straight. You're pissed at me cause someone was nice to you?

Nice???

[But what the hell does that even say?! Dammit, that was stupid, very, very stupid. If he asks what it says he'll lose some upper hand somewhere.]

You wouldn't be saying that if--

[If he had any idea what came in that box. He'd probably be laughing, not looking this confused. Does he really not know??]

[Yeah, HE THOUGHT SO. Those eyes say it all as he grabs the paper, holding it between two fingers as he walks over to the bed, handing it back courteously.]

Now you're getting it.

[Another look at the paper.]

So.

What the hell did you even get that's got you this mad?

[He at least lets Kaneda get close and hold it out before snatching it back.]

You better hope it's none of your business.

How bad could it possibly be?

[Seriously, Tetsuo. It's a gift, and you're still aliv--]

Someone send you bees or something?

[As he leans forward to inspect his face.]

[Nope, no evidence of anything bee or wasp related. Just very pissed off teenager.]

NO! Shut up!

Well, then what is it? Or am I going to have to look?

[His eyes flick up, looking around for where Tetsuo might hide something. There weren't too many places one could stuff things, so he'll go for under the bed first.]

It's nothing! Go away.

Nnnnot under there.

[His head pokes out, eyes just over the edge of the bed as he smiles.

Hi buddy.

It's not long til he pops back to his feet, still continuing to look.]

Nightstand?

KANEDA! I said it's nothing!!

[That answer doesn't seem to be good enough for Kaneda, because he's still searching. 'Nothing' didn't get Kaneda accused like this. It was definitely something.

Those eyes settle on the closet a moment, before looking back at Tetsuo.]

Biiinngo~

[The answer's written all over Tetsuo's face; he was never that good an actor, and he's not even trying to pretend otherwise. And in this second, reflexes fail him; this kind of routine is almost too routine. He could use his powers, but that'll only occur to him the next second - reaching out to try to grab possibly too late-]

Don't! Don't you even think about it!!

[Tetsuo, you couldn't have given yourself way more if you tried. Just the look on your face alone is enough for him to go to the closet door, eyes never straying from matching Tetsuo's. He'd hit it--whatever was inside this thing.

Now what could possibly have gotten him so worked up that he--

The knob turns.

And he opens it.

And like an avalanche, a slew of unicorns pours out of the closet, settling around his ankles in a downhill slope from it, bits of cardboard sticking out, the remains of the box they came in. There's one in particular that sticks out, with a hastily written 'TETSUO' on it.

...

All he can do is glance back at Tetsuo. Because what is this.]

I SAID. . .

[His focus stalls out as he watches the scene play out in humiliated horror. This is Kazu all over again. This is possibly even worse than that.

He doesn't even ... he didn't... not even attacking Kaneda now would change anything.

Shit.]

[Kaneda crouches down, sifting through all of the plushies, more confused than anything. He doesn't laugh, not yet anyway, as he picks one up and wiggles the little legs on it, curiously.

Who would--

oh.

Oh.]

Ohhhhh....Now I remember!

[Worst. Thing. To Say.]

[Kaneda had better not laugh. He'd better not dare even open his mouth to say a single word unless he fancies a whole new world of pain. One he deserves anyway; Tetsuo fucking told him to stop, but does he ever listen? Can he never, ever give Tetsuo a single moment of peace or privacy?

He got his answer, it wasn't him. Why could he never mind his own business?! Just once! Ever! Was he really never satisfied until he'd truly destroyed any shred of a life Tetsuo ever had a chance at finding here? He was already stuck waiting to heal, he didn't need this..

Tetsuo's eyes narrow until his vision blurs; he can feel the sting of tears threatening, fueling even more mortified outrage. What the hell is he supposed to do, sit here and suffer this silently? LIKE HELL!

And then. Then. Kaneda does open his mouth.]

YOU...

[Kaneda's going to find himself flattened against a wall in two seconds here.]

[You know, he really shouldn't be surprised by this. He did kind of invite Tetsuo to throw an attack at him like that, and before he can really process what he said, he's finding his back meeting his old friend 'the wall'. The pain is minimal to what he's used to, but that doesn't make it smart any less as he tries to grit his teeth through the impact.

Words, use your words Kaneda.]

Hey, hey, hey! Wait! Now hold on!!

[A hand forces itself up, palm facing towards Testuo, in an attempt to let him talk.]

Don't you want to know who -sent- it?!

TELL ME!

[That manages to keep Tetsuo from doing worse to him for the moment, though he's not letting go.]

I will! I will. Just let me explain!

[His hand remains out, really feeling his back press into that drywall now. It's...not comfier than it looks.]

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