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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?"
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"Oi, it's me. Leave something here, would ya?"
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[He divides the rice up just to prove his word, making sure the larger, anko-destined pile is near the can, while the smaller pile stays in the bowl. The smaller pile will take a bit, so he might as well get the other finished up so Tetsuo can talk.]
So...what'd you want to talk about?
Something bad happen?
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Not really. ... well... yeah, actually. Something did. But, it's from a while ago, apparently.
[The way he's speaking, it's not something he's directly involved with in any way.]
Hazel said I could tell you.
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[Now that gets a surprised tone out of him, turning to face Tetsuo as he shapes the onigiri one by one, practically a conveyor belt by now. He'd never be able to make anything other than triangles, but hey, who needs penguins?
No one.]
Okay, what's going to blow up in my room. She planted a bomb in something, didn't she.
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Not this time.
[..and he pauses, chewing over how to put this.]
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[Not that he's worried it'd kill him, but....]
There's fragile stuff in my room...
[He sets each onigiri down one by one, making about 6 in total with anko filling. That left two for his experiment. which he fishes out soy sauce from the fridge and pours into a little cup...but not before sneaking a dash of sugar into it. The frying pan's already on the stove, so it's just a matter of rubbing a little oil on it before he starts.]
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[Kaneda's gotten better and better at this. It never fails to amaze him, when he thinks about it. Kaneda's the last person he'd ever expect to have any culinary skills...
Except now, thanks to him, Tetsuo basically gets to eat what he actually wants to these days. Hell if he's gonna complain about that fact.
It's better to think about than what he's gonna say. He pauses.]
What she told me... She said you deserved an explanation.
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"You deserved an explanation."
It was one sentence, and he knew just what this was about. Hazel...she'd said something like that after the fight with Pan, right? That she had something to tell Tetsuo in time, and to keep her secret of what went on in that fight against Pan. The time she first called him a friend.
His face doesn't change, his hand only shaking a little before he places the onigiri in the pan, the pop and sizzle of it cooking now filling the awkward silence. It's not much longer before he places the other one in.]
That so.
What about?
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[Ever since the conversation with Hazel about her true nature, Tetsuo's been conflicted. Hazel told him he could tell Kaneda, but it wasn't his place or news to tell, was it?
But also, he had to talk to someone about this, at least... And if his brother had seen anything like what Hazel described, then she was really telling the truth about all this. That was it; one of his closest friends here was dead all along, just like she said. Tetsuo hadn't really been sure if he wanted to confirm that.
Like all information, it only was a matter of time before he sought out the answer anyway, wanted or not.]
Something that happened back in her world.
[She told him more than that, but he's editing this out for tone. Tetsuo slumps further against the doorframe, sliding down a bit as he presses his back against it.]
You saw something weird about her, didn't you?
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[Hazel had told him something, then. She'd told him about her, and why exactly she was the way she is. Hell, Kaneda didn't even know all that much, just that he was supposed to keep what he saw a secret. Because Tetsuo had deserved to know first.]
Did she tell you about that?
[About the fight, that is.]
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Well, it's not wrong.
[He'll fill in some of the blanks. Since...well, Hazel's being open about it, and who better to tell than Tetsuo. She'd forgive him if he broke that rule...maybe. Maybe get an object thrown at his head.
He brushes soy sauce on one of the onigiri's sides.]
When we fought Pan, Hazel grabbed him, and you know how those hands of hers are. Cold and won't let go if your life depended on it. She called to Sabriel...and Sabriel seemed to know just what to do. I...I didn't get it, really. I was too busy trying not to die. She ran up and shoved her sword through Hazel's stomach to catch Pan off guard.
She didn't bleed.
It didn't even phase her at all.
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[He sounds surprisingly unsurprised at the explanation. There's plenty else he sounds - tired, weirdly resigned, almost resentfully morose. That fits exactly with what he knows. He'd been hoping..]
Kaneda... I know why that is.
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Yeah?
[Not a 'tell me' or a demand. Just keeping it casual and letting it come out if Tetsuo wants. He turns the onigiri over and lets the soy sauce fry, brushing the other side quickly.]
She told you?
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[His eyes trace the contours of the doorway opposite him, unable to look at Kaneda anymore. The words stick in his throat. It's hard enough to say them, and when he speaks, it's in an odd, quiet monotone.]
She's been dead this whole time.
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[Kaneda tries to find Tetsuo's eyes, but they deftly avoid his in return.]
But nothing stays dead here...
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[Yeah. Something. She'd told him the whole story, but... he hesitates too much to tell that part. Not his place.]
- made her alive again there. She's the same way here.
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Sabriel said something like that. That there's people out there who bring the dead back.
[It explains the unspoken hostility between them.]
So she's stuck inbetween both.
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...you can't tell anyone else about this, okay?
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I won't tell.
[And if Kaneda's track record's anything to go by, he'd die before he'd tell anyone a secret that shouldn't come out.]
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[He makes a helpless gesture with one hand, letting it drop. It feels like he should say more here, but he's got nothing. That's all his news was, beyond 'this bothers the living fuck out of me'.]
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Kaneda's hand reaches up, running through that hair softly. He can tell Tetsuo's upset by this, he never was good at hiding his emotions.]
"It's not fair."
That's what's going on in your mind, isn't it.
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[He agrees instantly. Tetsuo finally pushes off of the doorframe, reaching out for one of the fried ones. If he didn't like it? There's anko ones and he won't have to care.]
It's not like that for - for anyone else! It shouldn't be that way for her, either! This is stupid!
[If anyone told him he'd be genuinely upset about someone else's problems, beyond 'not being here', before it happened, he wouldn't have really believed it. But, now...]
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It's shit.
[And the worst part is, he doesn't know what to do.]
This place is known for its damn loopholes.
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America could fix this, couldn't it?! They throw a whole convention, just for us.... but they won't even try to do anything about this!
[With that, he takes an angry bite into the ... admittedly, extremely good yakionigiri. It's savory, but not too much; just the right touch to it. There's some mild insult to how good this thing is when he's ready to find extra things to be mad at, and yet it helps to at least have ONE good thing around here.
Of course, it's not anything this place typically offered.]
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