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"Oi, it's me. Leave something here, would ya?"
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"Oi, it's me. Leave something here, would ya?"
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[No text back; he's slipping the comm into his pocket already.]
Oi! That dog away yet, or what?
[He doesn't move farther in once he's inside and got his boots off. He doesn't even crane his neck to check for stray Capsules, either; Kaneda'd handle it if so.]
Oi! That dog away yet, or what?
[He doesn't move farther in once he's inside and got his boots off. He doesn't even crane his neck to check for stray Capsules, either; Kaneda'd handle it if so.]
[Tetsuo's face as he realizes is pretty close to priceless. In true elegant fashion, his eyes go wide, and then narrow. Crap. He did.]
Don't read too much into it!
[He doesn't take much more time crossing the room and beelining right to the kitchen, peering in curiously at what Kaneda's up to today.]
Anyway, so... making something?
["Whatever it is, can I have some"]
Don't read too much into it!
[He doesn't take much more time crossing the room and beelining right to the kitchen, peering in curiously at what Kaneda's up to today.]
Anyway, so... making something?
["Whatever it is, can I have some"]
80/20.
[He divides the rice up just to prove his word, making sure the larger, anko-destined pile is near the can, while the smaller pile stays in the bowl. The smaller pile will take a bit, so he might as well get the other finished up so Tetsuo can talk.]
So...what'd you want to talk about?
Something bad happen?
[He divides the rice up just to prove his word, making sure the larger, anko-destined pile is near the can, while the smaller pile stays in the bowl. The smaller pile will take a bit, so he might as well get the other finished up so Tetsuo can talk.]
So...what'd you want to talk about?
Something bad happen?
[He watches the proportioning, only answering once satisfied that Kaneda's got it right.]
Not really. ... well... yeah, actually. Something did. But, it's from a while ago, apparently.
[The way he's speaking, it's not something he's directly involved with in any way.]
Hazel said I could tell you.
Not really. ... well... yeah, actually. Something did. But, it's from a while ago, apparently.
[The way he's speaking, it's not something he's directly involved with in any way.]
Hazel said I could tell you.
Hazel?
[Now that gets a surprised tone out of him, turning to face Tetsuo as he shapes the onigiri one by one, practically a conveyor belt by now. He'd never be able to make anything other than triangles, but hey, who needs penguins?
No one.]
Okay, what's going to blow up in my room. She planted a bomb in something, didn't she.
[Now that gets a surprised tone out of him, turning to face Tetsuo as he shapes the onigiri one by one, practically a conveyor belt by now. He'd never be able to make anything other than triangles, but hey, who needs penguins?
No one.]
Okay, what's going to blow up in my room. She planted a bomb in something, didn't she.
This time??? You mean she tried before?
[Not that he's worried it'd kill him, but....]
There's fragile stuff in my room...
[He sets each onigiri down one by one, making about 6 in total with anko filling. That left two for his experiment. which he fishes out soy sauce from the fridge and pours into a little cup...but not before sneaking a dash of sugar into it. The frying pan's already on the stove, so it's just a matter of rubbing a little oil on it before he starts.]
[Not that he's worried it'd kill him, but....]
There's fragile stuff in my room...
[He sets each onigiri down one by one, making about 6 in total with anko filling. That left two for his experiment. which he fishes out soy sauce from the fridge and pours into a little cup...but not before sneaking a dash of sugar into it. The frying pan's already on the stove, so it's just a matter of rubbing a little oil on it before he starts.]
I dunno. She could've. I mean it's nothing like that.
[Kaneda's gotten better and better at this. It never fails to amaze him, when he thinks about it. Kaneda's the last person he'd ever expect to have any culinary skills...
Except now, thanks to him, Tetsuo basically gets to eat what he actually wants to these days. Hell if he's gonna complain about that fact.
It's better to think about than what he's gonna say. He pauses.]
What she told me... She said you deserved an explanation.
[Kaneda's gotten better and better at this. It never fails to amaze him, when he thinks about it. Kaneda's the last person he'd ever expect to have any culinary skills...
Except now, thanks to him, Tetsuo basically gets to eat what he actually wants to these days. Hell if he's gonna complain about that fact.
It's better to think about than what he's gonna say. He pauses.]
What she told me... She said you deserved an explanation.
[He appreciates the lack of...prodding. It hadn't meant to come out, and truthfully, as much as he WOULD trust Ken with it...Tetsuo was a very curious person. And should he find that out...in ANY way...]
Sorry.
[But he stirs his food with his chopsticks, thinking it over.]
I fought--well, I guess fight's not the right word--I saw something that was kind of like your Nyx. Not good or bad...people sure thought he was bad, though.
This guy, though...you think he is? The one from Dip's...
Sorry.
[But he stirs his food with his chopsticks, thinking it over.]
I fought--well, I guess fight's not the right word--I saw something that was kind of like your Nyx. Not good or bad...people sure thought he was bad, though.
This guy, though...you think he is? The one from Dip's...
[Kaneda's chopsticks freeze, holding the onigiri just over the frying pan as Tetsuo says that last sentence.
"You deserved an explanation."
It was one sentence, and he knew just what this was about. Hazel...she'd said something like that after the fight with Pan, right? That she had something to tell Tetsuo in time, and to keep her secret of what went on in that fight against Pan. The time she first called him a friend.
His face doesn't change, his hand only shaking a little before he places the onigiri in the pan, the pop and sizzle of it cooking now filling the awkward silence. It's not much longer before he places the other one in.]
That so.
What about?
"You deserved an explanation."
It was one sentence, and he knew just what this was about. Hazel...she'd said something like that after the fight with Pan, right? That she had something to tell Tetsuo in time, and to keep her secret of what went on in that fight against Pan. The time she first called him a friend.
His face doesn't change, his hand only shaking a little before he places the onigiri in the pan, the pop and sizzle of it cooking now filling the awkward silence. It's not much longer before he places the other one in.]
That so.
What about?
Yeah.
[Ever since the conversation with Hazel about her true nature, Tetsuo's been conflicted. Hazel told him he could tell Kaneda, but it wasn't his place or news to tell, was it?
But also, he had to talk to someone about this, at least... And if his brother had seen anything like what Hazel described, then she was really telling the truth about all this. That was it; one of his closest friends here was dead all along, just like she said. Tetsuo hadn't really been sure if he wanted to confirm that.
Like all information, it only was a matter of time before he sought out the answer anyway, wanted or not.]
Something that happened back in her world.
[She told him more than that, but he's editing this out for tone. Tetsuo slumps further against the doorframe, sliding down a bit as he presses his back against it.]
You saw something weird about her, didn't you?
[Ever since the conversation with Hazel about her true nature, Tetsuo's been conflicted. Hazel told him he could tell Kaneda, but it wasn't his place or news to tell, was it?
But also, he had to talk to someone about this, at least... And if his brother had seen anything like what Hazel described, then she was really telling the truth about all this. That was it; one of his closest friends here was dead all along, just like she said. Tetsuo hadn't really been sure if he wanted to confirm that.
Like all information, it only was a matter of time before he sought out the answer anyway, wanted or not.]
Something that happened back in her world.
[She told him more than that, but he's editing this out for tone. Tetsuo slumps further against the doorframe, sliding down a bit as he presses his back against it.]
You saw something weird about her, didn't you?
[Kaneda tends to the onigiri to give himself time to think, letting Tetsuo's words bounce off him.]
...
[Hazel had told him something, then. She'd told him about her, and why exactly she was the way she is. Hell, Kaneda didn't even know all that much, just that he was supposed to keep what he saw a secret. Because Tetsuo had deserved to know first.]
Did she tell you about that?
[About the fight, that is.]
...
[Hazel had told him something, then. She'd told him about her, and why exactly she was the way she is. Hell, Kaneda didn't even know all that much, just that he was supposed to keep what he saw a secret. Because Tetsuo had deserved to know first.]
Did she tell you about that?
[About the fight, that is.]
[There's a soft laugh. When you put it that way, it sounds ridiculous.]
Well, it's not wrong.
[He'll fill in some of the blanks. Since...well, Hazel's being open about it, and who better to tell than Tetsuo. She'd forgive him if he broke that rule...maybe. Maybe get an object thrown at his head.
He brushes soy sauce on one of the onigiri's sides.]
When we fought Pan, Hazel grabbed him, and you know how those hands of hers are. Cold and won't let go if your life depended on it. She called to Sabriel...and Sabriel seemed to know just what to do. I...I didn't get it, really. I was too busy trying not to die. She ran up and shoved her sword through Hazel's stomach to catch Pan off guard.
She didn't bleed.
It didn't even phase her at all.
Well, it's not wrong.
[He'll fill in some of the blanks. Since...well, Hazel's being open about it, and who better to tell than Tetsuo. She'd forgive him if he broke that rule...maybe. Maybe get an object thrown at his head.
He brushes soy sauce on one of the onigiri's sides.]
When we fought Pan, Hazel grabbed him, and you know how those hands of hers are. Cold and won't let go if your life depended on it. She called to Sabriel...and Sabriel seemed to know just what to do. I...I didn't get it, really. I was too busy trying not to die. She ran up and shoved her sword through Hazel's stomach to catch Pan off guard.
She didn't bleed.
It didn't even phase her at all.
Nah. It wouldn't. She probably didn't even feel it.
[He sounds surprisingly unsurprised at the explanation. There's plenty else he sounds - tired, weirdly resigned, almost resentfully morose. That fits exactly with what he knows. He'd been hoping..]
Kaneda... I know why that is.
[He sounds surprisingly unsurprised at the explanation. There's plenty else he sounds - tired, weirdly resigned, almost resentfully morose. That fits exactly with what he knows. He'd been hoping..]
Kaneda... I know why that is.
[His eyes widen as he quickly glances at Tetsuo. If he was so sure of that...and the tone he spoke in sure confirmed that... Hell, Tetsuo even sounds resigned to it. Like he were just reading it off a sheet.]
...
Yeah?
[Not a 'tell me' or a demand. Just keeping it casual and letting it come out if Tetsuo wants. He turns the onigiri over and lets the soy sauce fry, brushing the other side quickly.]
She told you?
...
Yeah?
[Not a 'tell me' or a demand. Just keeping it casual and letting it come out if Tetsuo wants. He turns the onigiri over and lets the soy sauce fry, brushing the other side quickly.]
She told you?
Yeah. She told me everything... She's ...
[His eyes trace the contours of the doorway opposite him, unable to look at Kaneda anymore. The words stick in his throat. It's hard enough to say them, and when he speaks, it's in an odd, quiet monotone.]
She's been dead this whole time.
[His eyes trace the contours of the doorway opposite him, unable to look at Kaneda anymore. The words stick in his throat. It's hard enough to say them, and when he speaks, it's in an odd, quiet monotone.]
She's been dead this whole time.
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