[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.]
action;
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.]