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[rassera]

"Oi, it's me. Leave something here, would ya?"

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[rassera]

[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.]

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[iamtetsuo]

[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.