[All he's really done since he ran away - hah, best decision - is alternately hit the cities or spend his time brooding here. You'd think the tree house would be a boy's dream, and in a way, it is. But Tetsuo's never known nature before, not like this. Even in the silent places of Neo Tokyo, there were always the ghostly echoes of civilization - ruins, rubble, bits of anonymous lives no one cared about anymore.
Hah. Maybe not ever.
The forest's none of that. It's bugs by night, and bugs by day, with birds flitting about making noise. The wind rustles leaves. To someone who never saw the outside of his city, it may as well be an alien landscape. It's hard to sleep out here. Everything just feels... empty. Unnerving.
On the plus side, when he's out here, his head hurts a lot less. Small plus side...
Deciding on using actions to answer instead of wasting breath on words, Tetsuo stands up and walks off the edge of the treehouse, letting the adrenaline rush of falling hit him before catching himself to slow his descent. He HAS been getting practice in; you could almost call that landing graceful.]
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Hah. Maybe not ever.
The forest's none of that. It's bugs by night, and bugs by day, with birds flitting about making noise. The wind rustles leaves. To someone who never saw the outside of his city, it may as well be an alien landscape. It's hard to sleep out here. Everything just feels... empty. Unnerving.
On the plus side, when he's out here, his head hurts a lot less. Small plus side...
Deciding on using actions to answer instead of wasting breath on words, Tetsuo stands up and walks off the edge of the treehouse, letting the adrenaline rush of falling hit him before catching himself to slow his descent. He HAS been getting practice in; you could almost call that landing graceful.]