[Fine, he'll sit up fully, dislodging the rest off the couch as he does so. He'd... pretty much burrowed in there to try to shut out the world for a while, not that it helped. Couch successfully de-cushioned, he calls the bag over to himself, dragging it horizontally through the air into his waiting hands. If Kazu thought he had any intentions of getting up, he thought wrong. There's no mention of thanks, or even a grateful look or mention of repaying it. Tetsuo simply takes it, lifting things out of the bag to inspect them.
When did he last eat? He honestly doesn't remember. Probably yesterday? Could have been yesterday.
All the while, he avoids really looking at Kazu, trying to keep his focus on right here, right now, right there on the bag of food and its contents.]
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When did he last eat? He honestly doesn't remember. Probably yesterday? Could have been yesterday.
All the while, he avoids really looking at Kazu, trying to keep his focus on right here, right now, right there on the bag of food and its contents.]