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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?"
Text | Audio | Video | Action
"Oi, it's me. Leave something here, would ya?"
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action;
[Is that a good enough answer?]
action;
[His head turns up, thinking this over for a long, quiet minute. It's a bit leap of faith, giving Tetsuo this much money (and honestly, to them it WAS a lot) just on blind belief in the other.
But they had to start somewhere, didn't they? And if Tetsuo said it wasn't damages, drugs, or problems with the local law enforcement...
He'd have to take his word if he wanted to get anywhere.
His hand reaches into his pocket, pulling out the wad of cash that he often kept there, softly thumbing out five twenties (and yes, he's sure on the number) before holding them out to Tetsuo.]
100. You know...in case there's that tax bullshit.
action; 1/2
[Slowly, Tetsuo's hand reaches out, taking the bundle and looking at them each in turn himself. He didn't know what he'd been expecting. Less than that, by a lot. He'd been expecting to have to fight for it, and probably justify whatever decisions after as 'he tried, so it can't be helped'.
None of that happened... and he temporarily falters for a reply at all.
Before Kaneda can change his mind, he stuffs the whole thing in a pocket.]
action;
[But he has to say something. He can't leave this at that and walk away. Not .. not after that.]
This is -
[How do you say 'thank you'?]
You're not gonna regret this later, or anything like that.
[That's about as close as it gets.]
action;
[Well, good thing the person he's saying this to is Kaneda, because those eyes couldn't have lit up more if they were a Christmas tree. Suddenly...lending it out to Tetsuo seemed like it was going to turn out alright.
He wasn't being dodgy, or slinking off without a last word. It was reassurance, this time.]
100 bucks for something that won't come back to bite me...
[A hand rubs his neck, smiling to himself.]
Sounds pretty good to me.
action;
Too bad that's buried under more pure awkwardness, but the sentiment's there somewhere.]
Anyway. [He takes another bite of onigiri, then turns to go.] I've got stuff to do, so...
[Thanks for the money bro BYE HE'LL JUST BE GETTING OUT PRETTY MUCH NOW BEFORE YOU ASK MORE QUESTIONS.]
action;
The onigiri remains in his hand as he rolls it in his palm, exhaling enough air to lift the bangs on his head.
If he wasn't going to regret it...why did he feel like Tetsuo still couldn't trust him with some things? Thoughts he shakes out of his head before going back to work.
Tetsuo wouldn't let him down.]