[Groggy and growing irritated as he wakes up further, Tetsuo drags himself out of bed, sharing a long-suffering tired stare with Grim before he pads out of the room, peering down the hall.
No Kaneda.
Down the stairs, then, taking them one thump at a time. What time is it? Why him? The tea'll be ready by the time he gets down there; he certainly took a while. Leaning on the wall by the stairs, he fixes the kitchen with a bleary glare.]
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No Kaneda.
Down the stairs, then, taking them one thump at a time. What time is it? Why him? The tea'll be ready by the time he gets down there; he certainly took a while. Leaning on the wall by the stairs, he fixes the kitchen with a bleary glare.]
What's your problem?