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[Who cares what these people think. Only one of them at this cafe really mattered, and it was the one person right in front of him.

It's like his thumbs spread Tetsuo's lips themselves, and he doesn't hesitate to take him up on that hug, enveloping him in his arms and holding him close, fingers running through white strands of hair.

Time stops for a moment as he sinks into the hug, realizing all too well that Tetsuo is hugging him back. Not out of fear...but genuine happiness to see him.

The feeling's mutual.]

C'mon, you ready to head back?

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[He nods before he has to pull back, giving another look around the cafe. Judging it for not being what he wants.]

Yeah. I don't want to stick around here longer than I have to.

[Of all the times Kaneda's brought him back there, how many were voluntary?]

Edited 2016-02-02 06:57 (UTC)

[The look is shared, giving the cafe a nice once over before turning back to Tetsuo for the verdict. And lucky for him, it was just the one he was looking for.

There's a snap of his fingers to summon the motorcycle.]

What are we waiting fo-

[He stops dead in his tracks, the soft vibration sound of his comm going off.]

[It's quick. Blink, and he'd miss it entirely. But there's a darker look at the motorcycle once it's out, interrupted immediately by a curious look when Kaneda cuts off.]

What?

[It's a good thing Kaneda blinked, otherwise he'd have noticed that one. But he's too busy pulling out his comm to really focus on it, keeping one hand still on Tetsuo's shoulder while he brings out his comm.

Flipping it open before both of them.

And there it is, a message from Sabriel.]

...

Shit. We've got to move out.

Hn?

[It's been a day enough that it takes him a bit to connect the dots, there. If he'd been more invested in current events, maybe he'd do so sooner, but no such luck.]

[He sees Tetsuo's confused look, and pulls him closer.]

The Russians, remember? They took all those imPorts.

Oh, yeah. That.

[Shit. He agreed to pretend to care.]

[Oh look, Tetsuo, it's that signature pout Kaneda's mastered.

You know it, you love it.]

Yeah, that.

C'mon, we've got to get ready...good thing you're back.

[Then it also hits him. While he's not invested in this, he came close to being left behind, didn't he? It was just for a few hours- right?

That relief in Kaneda's voice is hard to miss, and being held close again, so are those words. So much for feeling remotely rebellious, but a new urgency takes its place.]

I need to find a few things first...

[Because there's no good way to outright say 'I think I lost your jacket because the Porter was being weird'. That's all getting ready entails right now - relocating every thing he had on him before. He has nothing else and can afford nothing else to get ready with.]

C'mon, everything's back at the house.

[With one more little stroke of his thumb, he pulls away gently, heading for the bike. Tetsuo would find everything he needed back at Nonah 05, he was sure of it.]

I don't think what you're looking for is at the cafe.

No. It isn't.

[There's a moment of hesitation before Tetsuo follows him out. He'll be a bit hesitant to get on the bike after Kaneda, but that doesn't mean he won't end up riding passenger this time. He could fly, probably.. but for once he's just not in the mood.

It's weird, though. He hasn't had to ride with someone for a long time.

He can tell himself forever that he doesn't care about bikes anymore. He can pretend he's lost all interest after essentially losing two in a row. And that lie works, right until moments like now, when a pang of jealousy rises up all over again]

[Kaneda gets over to it, hitting the interface and opening up the nav computer as normal, the whole thing roaring to life as if his fingers had alone activated it. His soul in physical form, ready to do the one thing it was good at--

Bringing Tetsuo where he belonged. Home.

Whether that was a physical place or just to Kaneda himself, it fit.]

Tetsuo?

[The look Kaneda gives is innocent enough, as he notices that slight shift of his expression.]

[That bike. He's wanted it since the day he first saw it, Kaneda gleeful and proud of it all at once. He's spent days lying awake in bed wanting just one chance to have a go at that bike.

He got that chance, once- racing off on it with Kaori towards a poorly planned attempt at a better future somewhere. That was his one time to try, but he'd blown it and took too long to work out what he did wrong. By then, that last chance was gone forever. It was just Kaneda's now; hard to steal something that could just be disappeared at will.

But that, he reminds himself, would require giving a shit about bikes anymore. He's moved past that.

His hand lingers across the finish before he pushes Kaneda forward, sliding in behind him so Kaneda can't see his expression.

It's not fair.

Kaneda never has to go without a damn bike.]

Let's go, already.

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