[There's no need to look closely at the handwriting. It's legible from a distance, which puts it above Kaneda's hasty, undisciplined scrawl. No one else here knows kanji. He knows instantly who made this mug.
Incredulously, he slinks closer, like a kicked dog ordered back near the person responsible. His hand reaches out to pick it up, gently turning it from side to side.
The most surprising thing is he doesn't destroy it. He examines it closely, for lack of knowing what else to do, twisting it around, eyes flicking back to that almost infuriatingly neat kanji. Tetsuo's own handwriting screamed 'this idiot is lucky he remembers the damn stroke order'. That kid's was the hand that gave more than half a shit.
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Incredulously, he slinks closer, like a kicked dog ordered back near the person responsible. His hand reaches out to pick it up, gently turning it from side to side.
The most surprising thing is he doesn't destroy it. He examines it closely, for lack of knowing what else to do, twisting it around, eyes flicking back to that almost infuriatingly neat kanji. Tetsuo's own handwriting screamed 'this idiot is lucky he remembers the damn stroke order'. That kid's was the hand that gave more than half a shit.
Then looks at Kaneda, thoroughly lost.]