Of the birds, only Kazu knows that jacket isn't Tetsuo's trademark. But this time, he's altered his appearance a bit as he meanders his quiet way down the stairs. That black hair? White, with blue tips frosting it, giving it a snowy look. That jacket? Accompanied by a hoodie under it. Something changed.
He wanders somewhat aimlessly, finally beelining to the kitchen to check for anything edible in there he wants. He's not hungry enough to not be picky, so pretty quickly he wanders back with a coke can, stopping at the sight of one of the birds on his way. He hadn't seen her first; she was at an odd corner that obscured her.
His eyes flick from her to the array of parts spread before her, interest glinting behind them before they look off to the side again. He's curious. But it doesn't look like he's curious enough to outright ask.]
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Of the birds, only Kazu knows that jacket isn't Tetsuo's trademark. But this time, he's altered his appearance a bit as he meanders his quiet way down the stairs. That black hair? White, with blue tips frosting it, giving it a snowy look. That jacket? Accompanied by a hoodie under it. Something changed.
He wanders somewhat aimlessly, finally beelining to the kitchen to check for anything edible in there he wants. He's not hungry enough to not be picky, so pretty quickly he wanders back with a coke can, stopping at the sight of one of the birds on his way. He hadn't seen her first; she was at an odd corner that obscured her.
His eyes flick from her to the array of parts spread before her, interest glinting behind them before they look off to the side again. He's curious. But it doesn't look like he's curious enough to outright ask.]