[He reached his hand out. This is all HIS damn fault, and now he's gonna look stupid.
What's he supposed to do? Tetsuo watches her as his nail changes color, looking for all the world like a skittish gazelle backed into a corner he put himself in with no real idea how to get out of it. It's hard to fight the anxiety at just someone touching his hand; what if she did more...
Freezing in place makes him one hell of a cooperative canvas for artistic endeavors. Mabel's always been able to get him to go along with whatever; from bouncy castles to this.
Oh, whatever. If this is the worst she's gonna do, he can tell himself forever that he doesn't care. They already all know he's a failure of whatever he used to be anyway. What's a little more.]
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What's he supposed to do? Tetsuo watches her as his nail changes color, looking for all the world like a skittish gazelle backed into a corner he put himself in with no real idea how to get out of it. It's hard to fight the anxiety at just someone touching his hand; what if she did more...
Freezing in place makes him one hell of a cooperative canvas for artistic endeavors. Mabel's always been able to get him to go along with whatever; from bouncy castles to this.
Oh, whatever. If this is the worst she's gonna do, he can tell himself forever that he doesn't care. They already all know he's a failure of whatever he used to be anyway. What's a little more.]