I can move mountains, I can work a miracle [OPEN]

[rassera]

WHO: The residents of Nonah 05 + YOU!
WHERE: Nonah, Residence #005
WHEN: All month long (January)
WHAT: Nonah 05 open log for January Shenanigans
WARNINGS: Obligatory Bull and Tetsuo warnings apply.


Starters will be appearing in the comments. If you want something specific from any one person (Kaneda rassera, Tetsuo iamtetsuo, Bull rideme and Ken amadaman), feel free to drop them a line and ask! Otherwise, feel free to add your own starters for the whole household or individual residents as you like.

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[rassera]

What, you want proof?!

[Energy surges through his words as he leans forward on his hand.]

Proof that people want you in this house?!

[iamtetsuo]

[His head tilts to the side, almost catching Kaneda in his peripheral vision. As melodramatic as he is, he's listening.]

Like you'll find any.

[rassera]

[Did you just challenge him on this, Tetsuo.]

Want to see it or not.

[iamtetsuo]

[Maybe. There's no answer, but a skeptical look counts, right?]

[rassera]

[Well, skepticism? Meet confidence. Because he's opening that door and daring Tetsuo to follow him with his eyes.]

C'mon. I'll show you.

[iamtetsuo]

[...that's a look of anxious hesitation down at the asphalt]

[rassera]

...

You want proof, right?

[iamtetsuo]

[There won't be any.

Maybe that's what makes him take a step sideways, turning around to slowly walk back towards Kaneda. Knowing for sure hurts - does it? hard to tell what really does - but it carries that finality.]

[rassera]

[Don't be so sure about that one, Tetsuo. Because if you've got all the confidence that there isn't any, Kaneda's the exact opposite. He knows just what he's going for--something that'll make Tetsuo's head tilts so far it falls off.

He walks in, making a beeline for the kitchen, looking back every few seconds to make sure Tetsuo's actually following him.]

Still with me?

[iamtetsuo]

Yes.

[For now. For as long as he can be, as short a time as that has to be, he's following.]

[rassera]

[Good. He won't drag this out any longer than he has to. Because he doesn't feel he should have to prove what should be obvious in Tetsuo's eyes.

Pan did this, and that's what angers him most of all. That he's cleaning up Pan's mess. That Tetsuo's suffering on the one issue he'd struggled with his whole life because this guy took advantage of a kid alone in the world.

Walking through that large doorway into the kitchen, he makes his way over to the cabinet. By the time Tetsuo walks in, Kaneda's found what he's looking for, shuffling mugs around in the cabinet until he can pull it out. It didn't get much use in December.

For good reason.

Because what's set on the counter before them is a mug--completely decorated and crafted and...is that Tetsuo's name on it? In neatly written Kanji that one might recognize if they looked closely enough?]

There's your proof, Tetsuo.

[iamtetsuo]

[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.

Then looks at Kaneda, thoroughly lost.]

[rassera]

[His eyes remain locked on Tetsuo as he turns it over in his hand, looking at the handwriting, studying the design...if that wasn't proof that Tetsuo's presence in this house had weight, he didn't know what was. Arms fold, hips leaning against the counter.

A part of him expected that mug to go up against the wall. After all, he knew Tetsuo's feelings for Ken, and the negative connotation they came with.]

...

[And when those eyes meet his, he gives a shrug.]

He made it himself.

[iamtetsuo]

Why..?

[He sounds even more lost than he looks, his voice small and distant. The mug stops moving in his hands, held still so he can see his name. Despite his gentle grip, it trembles slightly.

Is he shaking? Is that him?]

[rassera]

You know the answer, Tetsuo. You're not dumb, you know.

[He says that with the utmost conviction too. Tetsuo's bright, he doesn't need to be TOLD why it's here. It's just that he can't BELIEVE that's the reason.]

[iamtetsuo]

[It can't be what it sounds like! It just can't! That's not - that doesn't make any sense at all!

He'd tried to kill him. No one in his world would ever give him consideration beyond a blood feud. He'd expect it. Hell, he'd initiate it? That should have been the end of it all, whether or not the kid survived.

What he's carefully setting down on the counter again with unsteady hands is an artifact that cannot exist. It's too much of a puzzle to even destroy it. Or to know if he wants to...]

[rassera]

[The confusion on Tetsuo's face, and the way it twists into a matter of different emotions is what Kaneda was hoping for. Because Tetsuo can't come up with an excuse for this one. That mug exists here because Ken knew, and there was no prompting from anyone else in the house to do so.

Ken Amada, the one who should have wanted Tetsuo back the least, if at all...


Was the only one who was expecting him to come home again. And no amount of insults or snide remarks or bitter feelings Pan could worm into his brain could change that.

Kaneda steps forward, right in front of Tetsuo as they both look at the mug, one hand reaching up and putting itself on his shoulder.]