[It's a nice, relaxing con day, with plenty of eager people lining up, commissions for their celebrity of the hour already in swift demand. Crowds usually aren't Tetsuo's favorite thing, unless they center around him. But then he hears a familiar voice.
One that fills him with a twinge of irritation just by the sound alone.
He adds himself to the group. It takes a while to work to the front, especially since he's not shoving his imperious way forward and demanding to see. He just shoulders up, edging away sharply if anyone comes near touching his back, and eventually he's at the front of the crowd.
Yep. That's definitely Hazel. She's got a pencil out, and some paper - don't tell him she's actually had the ability to do anything useful that wasn't video games, or rock skipping or something like that. Tetsuo was fairly convinced her only real talent lay in being a pain in the ass.]
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One that fills him with a twinge of irritation just by the sound alone.
He adds himself to the group. It takes a while to work to the front, especially since he's not shoving his imperious way forward and demanding to see. He just shoulders up, edging away sharply if anyone comes near touching his back, and eventually he's at the front of the crowd.
Yep. That's definitely Hazel. She's got a pencil out, and some paper - don't tell him she's actually had the ability to do anything useful that wasn't video games, or rock skipping or something like that. Tetsuo was fairly convinced her only real talent lay in being a pain in the ass.]
What're you working on?