[All the while, Kaneda's laughing. The public could see this, maybe, but it was such a better alternative to the way they'd been only months ago. When a streetlamp would be the endgame, and Kaneda's head sporting a nice bruise at best and a concussion at worst.
His hand doesn't yield from that hair, ruffling until it resembles a stray tumbleweed and pulling him closer.]
C'mon, Tetsuo! I mean...I'm only shit, right? This is what you expect of me!!!
[It's choked out between laughter, his grip harder to maintain the harder he tries to keep it under control.]
action;
His hand doesn't yield from that hair, ruffling until it resembles a stray tumbleweed and pulling him closer.]
C'mon, Tetsuo! I mean...I'm only shit, right? This is what you expect of me!!!
[It's choked out between laughter, his grip harder to maintain the harder he tries to keep it under control.]