[The mockingbird finds Tetsuo out on the upper balcony wrapped in a blanket with a hot mug of tea in one hand. In front of him, a tangled mess of wires, bolts and metal scraps coalesces and writhes around like a living thing, guided into various configurations by his power. He's got a vague idea what he's doing, but mostly at this point he's just dicking around to waste time so he doesn't have to either be reminded there's chores in the house for him to ignore or that there's stuff waiting for him to work on at the garage, or he's expected to go to some other stupid job that he won't be caught dead at.
That tangle clatters to the floor, spilling wires and pieces haphazardly around as the mockingbird flutters practically into Tetsuo's face, carrying a -]
The hell is this?
[Paper. With a bird on it. Instead of being impressed by any of this he rips the thing open, waving a hand to try to get the bird to go away out of his space already, and stares uncomprehendingly at the contents.
After all of the time he's spent abusing his power, Tetsuo's picked up way more English than he ever wanted. None of that applies to reading the stupid language, meaning he has to go back inside, leaving the entire mess to be someone else's problem and go fetch his communicator.
After decoding the letter, he still doesn't get it. First of all, anyone trying to get on his good side immediately loses any chance by using his family name. That name is dead to him. So screw this asshole. Second of all, screw this asshole. Him? Give money away?
Not his city, not his problem. Even if it was this city, unless it involved his arcade, this house, or his garage he really couldn't be bothered to give a damn. Why should he care about natives who died? Why should he care about a city he didn't normally get to because of a country that restricted travel to those unwilling to sign their souls away? Who the hell thought he had money to begin with - and if he did, that he'd ever consider just giving it away to some random asshole? He wouldn't give money to someone he liked, let alone this!
He's almost impressed by the sheer nerve of this asshole. Almost. Mostly he's just irritated.
He crumples up that fancy letter in one hand and tosses it into the air, pulling the thing into fancy confetti with a vindictive twitch of his mind. It's a poor substitute for being able to throw that confetti in the smug face of some pompous government official - which this guy officially was now to Tetsuo - but it's good enough to give him some satisfaction.
He could follow up to yell at this guy, but that relies on him caring enough to give this any further thought. He tosses the comm back on his bed, leaves the confetti for someone else (Kaneda) to deal with, and wanders downstairs to play video games where birds can't beg him for money.]
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That tangle clatters to the floor, spilling wires and pieces haphazardly around as the mockingbird flutters practically into Tetsuo's face, carrying a -]
The hell is this?
[Paper. With a bird on it. Instead of being impressed by any of this he rips the thing open, waving a hand to try to get the bird to go away out of his space already, and stares uncomprehendingly at the contents.
After all of the time he's spent abusing his power, Tetsuo's picked up way more English than he ever wanted. None of that applies to reading the stupid language, meaning he has to go back inside, leaving the entire mess to be someone else's problem and go fetch his communicator.
After decoding the letter, he still doesn't get it. First of all, anyone trying to get on his good side immediately loses any chance by using his family name. That name is dead to him. So screw this asshole. Second of all, screw this asshole. Him? Give money away?
Not his city, not his problem. Even if it was this city, unless it involved his arcade, this house, or his garage he really couldn't be bothered to give a damn. Why should he care about natives who died? Why should he care about a city he didn't normally get to because of a country that restricted travel to those unwilling to sign their souls away? Who the hell thought he had money to begin with - and if he did, that he'd ever consider just giving it away to some random asshole? He wouldn't give money to someone he liked, let alone this!
He's almost impressed by the sheer nerve of this asshole. Almost. Mostly he's just irritated.
He crumples up that fancy letter in one hand and tosses it into the air, pulling the thing into fancy confetti with a vindictive twitch of his mind. It's a poor substitute for being able to throw that confetti in the smug face of some pompous government official - which this guy officially was now to Tetsuo - but it's good enough to give him some satisfaction.
He could follow up to yell at this guy, but that relies on him caring enough to give this any further thought. He tosses the comm back on his bed, leaves the confetti for someone else (Kaneda) to deal with, and wanders downstairs to play video games where birds can't beg him for money.]