[Warily, like the bag could come alive at any minute, Tetsuo gives one look to Bull, then edges closer. Small, hesitant steps. Every step instinct screams at him to go the other way, but he keeps moving mechanically forward. Fear's slowed every moment down, hammering the seconds with his heartbeat.
Sure, it's fine with Bull. But this wasn't meant for him.
It takes him a while to silently pad over to the waiting bag, darting his hand out quickly to grab it and bracing for an impact that doesn't come. Nothing happens. The bag's got it contained. Steeling what little courage he can find, he looks back up at Bull.
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Sure, it's fine with Bull. But this wasn't meant for him.
It takes him a while to silently pad over to the waiting bag, darting his hand out quickly to grab it and bracing for an impact that doesn't come. Nothing happens. The bag's got it contained. Steeling what little courage he can find, he looks back up at Bull.
If this kills him, he knew it'd happen.]