[There's some similarities to the visit in October; Tetsuo's on his bed, listlessly scrawling through his communicator. But unlike last time, the injury isn't physical. He's alive, he's healthier than he's been in months despite his body needing to recover from the long neglect he's put it through.
He's just sitting there, doing nothing. When he could be up, could be playing games, could be making something of the new life he's got.
At a tap at his window, he looks up. Kazu usually asked to enter that way, when he was stuck at the house --
It wasn't Kazu.
Fear spikes through his gut, leaving a shivering cold behind. Tetsuo stares initially in disbelief, then terror, then a kind of worried amazement. It's the thing. Mewtwo. And this time.. shit, he doesn't have anything he can use against him. If Mewtwo's here to kill him, there's nothing Tetsuo can do.]
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He's just sitting there, doing nothing. When he could be up, could be playing games, could be making something of the new life he's got.
At a tap at his window, he looks up. Kazu usually asked to enter that way, when he was stuck at the house --
It wasn't Kazu.
Fear spikes through his gut, leaving a shivering cold behind. Tetsuo stares initially in disbelief, then terror, then a kind of worried amazement. It's the thing. Mewtwo. And this time.. shit, he doesn't have anything he can use against him. If Mewtwo's here to kill him, there's nothing Tetsuo can do.]