[There's a small gesture--a wave of his hand to beckon Genos to come into the garage. No sense in making him stand outside. The inside is...very much the aesthetic of Neo Tokyo itself. Neon lighting embedded into the walls, spray paint art depicting dragons and other designs, sometimes fading out into space and planets when it gets to Tetsuo's side. A part of Kaneda's side were samples, test spots of colours when Kaneda had been too lazy to get paper out. On his side, a jukebox and a pinball machine, sitting right next to his bike. His bench? Much like a toolbench embedded into a wall with a computer at the corner, his stool there and a dog bed nestled underneath. The center of the place was wide and spacious, perfect for working on multiple vehicles at the same time.
Capsule gives one more lick to his cheek before running off to heel at Kaneda's side, as he slides childishly on his stool over to his computer.]
Leeeet's see. We could go full snowy landscape...or I could make you look like those sweaters. You know the ones.
[Just for emphasis, he googles one for him on his computer, sliding back so Genos could see.]
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Capsule gives one more lick to his cheek before running off to heel at Kaneda's side, as he slides childishly on his stool over to his computer.]
Leeeet's see. We could go full snowy landscape...or I could make you look like those sweaters. You know the ones.
[Just for emphasis, he googles one for him on his computer, sliding back so Genos could see.]