[Every day is a little bit easier to maneuver. Tetsuo can remember when it took all his willpower to force himself out of bed and down the hall, let alone to where he could reward himself with staring at the TV for a while. It hasn't been as bad as it could have been since Hazel visited. She forgot her game system here, giving him at least something to try to get better at. Something to do, when the mood took him.
The light in the room is dim. With the TV quiet, the only source of sound is the soft breathing of that brat dead asleep on the couch, wrapped in a very familiar jacket too large for his frame.
Just like that, all desire to play anything is gone.
Kaneda doesn't let just anyone wear that jacket. There's very few times Tetsuo can remember seeing Kaneda ever loan it out; it's his. Tetsuo himself never got to wear it. Never really asked to, or cared... until now.
Tetsuo shouldn't be surprised, in hindsight, that it goes to his ‘replacement’. Of course it would. The worst part is that he shouldn't even care. The Capsules are just a concept here. His friendship with Kaneda - also nonexistent. So what's with this ache in his throat..? Just under the pain, rising rapidly, is that familiar rage. It settles along the edges of his mind like a blanket, gently clouding out all other thoughts and sharpening his mind into blackened clarity.
You son of a BITCH.
He can't even tell if he projected those words or not. It doesn't matter whatsoever either way; he's got better things to focus on. Like reaching out with his mind until he can feel the pull of another object against it. He tugs upwards at Ken once, experimentally, before forcefully yanking him off the couch.
Technically, he should be grateful Tetsuo didn't do more to him. In reality, Tetsuo just had to get out of that room now. By the time Ken hits the floor, Tetsuo's already stalking down the hallway back to the room assigned him.
As he slams the door shut and sinks down onto the bed, he wishes for the hundredth time he had a lock.]
Oct 19; action
The light in the room is dim. With the TV quiet, the only source of sound is the soft breathing of that brat dead asleep on the couch, wrapped in a very familiar jacket too large for his frame.
Just like that, all desire to play anything is gone.
Kaneda doesn't let just anyone wear that jacket. There's very few times Tetsuo can remember seeing Kaneda ever loan it out; it's his. Tetsuo himself never got to wear it. Never really asked to, or cared... until now.
Tetsuo shouldn't be surprised, in hindsight, that it goes to his ‘replacement’. Of course it would. The worst part is that he shouldn't even care. The Capsules are just a concept here. His friendship with Kaneda - also nonexistent. So what's with this ache in his throat..? Just under the pain, rising rapidly, is that familiar rage. It settles along the edges of his mind like a blanket, gently clouding out all other thoughts and sharpening his mind into blackened clarity.
You son of a BITCH.
He can't even tell if he projected those words or not. It doesn't matter whatsoever either way; he's got better things to focus on. Like reaching out with his mind until he can feel the pull of another object against it. He tugs upwards at Ken once, experimentally, before forcefully yanking him off the couch.
Technically, he should be grateful Tetsuo didn't do more to him. In reality, Tetsuo just had to get out of that room now. By the time Ken hits the floor, Tetsuo's already stalking down the hallway back to the room assigned him.
As he slams the door shut and sinks down onto the bed, he wishes for the hundredth time he had a lock.]