Already bewildered at waking up on a lawn (who the heck had a lawn?!), Tetsuo startled with a whole new tier of confusion at hearing his own self-censorship. Since when did he ever do that?! He quickly looked around--then downward, patting himself down quickly to make sure nothing else had changed drastically--then around again on processing that he definitely was not just in a bizarrely well-kept public park.
Also his bike was nowhere to be seen.
"..oi!"
He jumped to his feet, taking another look around, this time in search of someone to hold responsible, rolling his shoulders combatively. Someone was clearly pulling some kind of prank on him, and whatever was going on, it was in extremely poor taste, tantamount to a personal threat. Abducting(?) him was bad enough, but you don't mess with a guy's wheels!
"Shoot, Idunno what the flax's goin'on 'round here, but whatever sonnovabeast gashole's doin' this ship better not be forkin'round with my bike!"
Running a hand through his messy hair and ruffling it vigorously, he turned toward the approaching sound, ready to pick a fight (although he'd argue the fight had already been picked by someone else and he just wasn't going to lie down and take it) then recoiled with surprise and confusion at what looked at a glance like a jailbreak from a petting zoo.
Tetsuo Usuda - Canon OC (Akira)
"Gwuh..? What th'fork..? ...wha..?"
Already bewildered at waking up on a lawn (who the heck had a lawn?!), Tetsuo startled with a whole new tier of confusion at hearing his own self-censorship. Since when did he ever do that?! He quickly looked around--then downward, patting himself down quickly to make sure nothing else had changed drastically--then around again on processing that he definitely was not just in a bizarrely well-kept public park.
Also his bike was nowhere to be seen.
"..oi!"
He jumped to his feet, taking another look around, this time in search of someone to hold responsible, rolling his shoulders combatively. Someone was clearly pulling some kind of prank on him, and whatever was going on, it was in extremely poor taste, tantamount to a personal threat. Abducting(?) him was bad enough, but you don't mess with a guy's wheels!
"Shoot, Idunno what the flax's goin'on 'round here, but whatever sonnovabeast gashole's doin' this ship better not be forkin'round with my bike!"
Running a hand through his messy hair and ruffling it vigorously, he turned toward the approaching sound, ready to pick a fight (although he'd argue the fight had already been picked by someone else and he just wasn't going to lie down and take it) then recoiled with surprise and confusion at what looked at a glance like a jailbreak from a petting zoo.
"Wh-what the spit?!"