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[It's evening, as evidenced by the general dim light in the room. The living room of Nonah #5 has been the scene of a lot of mayhem, and now doesn't seem to be any different.]

[There's a cut on the Iron Bull's face, and he's holding himself with the care of someone who knows damn well he's hurt something important and doesn't want to make any sudden motions. There may also be glass stuck in one of his horns. More small abrasions decorate his torso. Looks like the aftermath of Motorcycle vs. The Iron Bull didn't end well for anyone.]

[As he records, he's moving gingerly across the house to deposit one (1) unconscious lump of teenager -- namely the Problem Child Tetsuo himself -- into a room. Probably his own room. Only after that's done, does Bull address the camera.]

Hey. Got a message for you, network.

[One might say he forgot it was on, but it's also more likely this was purposeful. Demonstrating the kid is in hand, put somewhere safe and no longer charging through the streets.]

Dear Whoever the Fuck Made Tetsuo's Bike,

You should have made it Bull-Proof.

[It's at this point, he holds up a certain finger on the hand still possessing all of its fingers. Wow, Bull, stay classy. He's about to turn the feed off when someone else pipes in, from somewhere else in the house--]

And would someone come heal my big, dumb boyfriend! Please?

[THANKS CHARLIE. Bull makes a sudden face, and hurries to mash the OFF button.]

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Yep.

Wasn't any other way to do it. He wasn't going to stop for anything.

So I made him.

[A small part of him thinks 'why didn't I do that', and another part knows that he doesn't have Bull's physique to do it. To be honest, he's not sure which is worse.

He bites his tongue on that, though. He'd told Bull to look out for Tetsuo after all, and that's just what he did.]

I'm on my way back.

Don't do anything til I'm there!

[Decision wise. You should probably get healed though.]

He's in bed, crashed out. All I'm doing is making sure he stays that way.

[Said in the tone of "easy there".]

[He won't do anything, though. Aside from keep watch and get his bones put back into place.]

[Kaneda's frantic gathering of his belongings is cut short by the feed going out. Best not to drive while on audio, especially after last time. In fact, he can hardly concentrate driving without a distraction. He speeds from Heropa to the Porter, practically diving into it and running out when he's ported back to Nonah, snapping his fingers to summon his bike already running.

That's...a first, but something he'll think on later. Hopping into it, he speeds home, practically skidding to a stop and bolting into the house, snapping his fingers again just before he shuts the door.]

BULL!

[His hairs windblown, the bags under his eyes are practically racoon eyes, and his coat isn't even snapped up all the way. He literally ran straight home.

Hi he's home.]

... Hi.

[Wow that was sudden. He's still on the couch, and Charlie's probably done a little magic by now, if not finished up entirely.]

[But despite how frantic the entrance is, Bull looks rather relaxed, while he keeps scanning the responses for anything.]

[He hauls ass when he's in a hurry, okay.

In fact, he runs right past Bull and down to the hall where the rooms are, peeking into Tetsuo's a moment just to make sure this wasn't some sick joke. Nnnnope, Tetsuo's lying there, and Kaneda almost can't believe it.

He wants to say something, but...well, unconscious.

So he'll stride back out and fall on one of the chairs, arm flopped over his eyes.]

He's really there.

Sure is.

I don't do anything halfway, kid.

[There's a pause of his own, before he adds, quietly.]

I'm asking Kasumi if she can keep an eye on anyone who responds. Just in case.

[There's a little cocky smirk peeking out from under that arm.]

Can't believe you let it hit you...I usually kick the rider off....

[But he peeks an eye out, face turning serious as he listens.]

Anonymous texters. Look out for those.

Didn't have much chance to think. Besides. If I hit him off, he'd hit the ground harder than he hit me.

[Instead, Tetsuo smacked off Bull's chest. Probably for the better.]

Got it. There's a few texters, but they aren't anonymous. Look 'em over if you want.

[Definitely for the better.

Kaneda sits up, though, taking the comm and flipping through it.]

That's Mewtwo.

I...

[A thought.]

That's not him. He hates Tetsuo.

You're sure?

[He trusts you, Kaneda. That's why he's not letting this rest until you say so.]

There's another one who plays video games with him or something. You know 'em?

[One more moment to think it through.]

Nope. Definitely not him. He and Tetsuo aren't exactly ah...buddies.

...

[But his thoughts go to the forest for a second. Whoever had texted him knew about Tetsuo's fate. Which means either Tetsuo told him--which was impossible considering Tetsuo's knowledge of the situation...or...]

Hmm?

[A tilt of his head, looking at Hazel.]

...I think that's the girl who texted me about being a Goddess of Lies or something. Too bad she's awful at it!

... I'm starting to see that.

[He's just scrolling through the conversations for Kaneda's benefit. Only stopping when he gets to the one in question.]

[And pauses too.]

... Yeah. Really awful.

[He appreciates it, Bull. He's still trying to get over the shock of...him being here. As if nothing had even happened. Because he technically didn't do anything, maybe....

And that's what hurts most.

Wait.]

So where's his bike.

[He knows it's trashed. Anything hitting Bull HAD to be. But the parts were still there.]

[At least Bull won't be holding this against the kid any time soon. He saw an opportunity and took it. Far as he's concerned, this was just luck. Nothing more.]

[He leans back on the couch, huffing.]

Back yard. Just left it there when we came in.

[And he can't--WON'T blame Bull for it either. Tetsuo was home and he should be happy. So why can't he feel happy about this? It's what he wanted, right?

Bull might lean back, but Kaneda's hoisting himself to his feet walking to the kitchen for a moment.

Opening a drawer and pulling out a rag and then back out.]

...You coming?

[Bull was the victor in that battle, he should see it.]

[... what the hell. What does the kid have in mind here.]

[Something tells him he should go, even if he wasn't the one who dragged Tetsuo's sorry butt back home again.]

[So he heaves himself up, gingerly. And follows after Kaneda.]

[Kaneda stops by the hallway, going to grab something from his room really quick--the smell of...something filling the air. Bull might not recognize it at first, but whatever it was, Kaneda had doused the rag in it.

He doesn't say anything, walking past Bull and towards the back, where the bike's remains are.]

... What's that you've got?

[He doesn't move to stop him, though he does set a hand on Kaneda's shoulder as the boy passes him. He doesn't grab him. Doesn't bar his path.]

[Just. Sets one beefy hand there. It could be brushed off or pushed away easily. He's hoping it won't. Just long enough for an answer.]

[It's not stopping him, exactly, but he feels the sudden strain on his walk, slowing down to a stop just as he's about to pass him. That giant hand rests there, like it's asking for permission rather than moving to stop him.

He doesn't turn around, but that gloved hand clenches that rag tighter.]

I'm sending that bike to hell, where it belongs.

All right. Fair enough...

But that doesn't really answer my question.

[Translation: I won't stop you just tell me what the hell you're doing so I can pretend to tell you no.]

[Kaneda doesn't want to say it out loud, but he does uncurl whats in his other hand.

A lighter.

And the rag smells awful. Like some kind of gasoline.]

[Okay, something's going to catch fire. He hasn't seen gasoline actually ignite, yet, but he's used lighters often enough by now.]

[It's enough to make him fall into step with the kid, regardless of information.]

[Kaneda walks outside, through the backdoor that leads to the yard. It wasn't hard to find the bike--the yard isn't insanely big and the bike is kind of hard to miss, just look for the pile of scrap metal and rubber.

Kaneda hated that thing. He honestly couldn't explain why. There was no sign of it being faulty, or even that there was anything suspicious about it. But he hated it, and his intuition wanted him to destroy it.

Call it a gut feeling.

There's a moment as he takes it in with his eyes, brows furrowed into a look you'd give to a gross bug you just stepped on. His foot moves forward, kicking a piece of metal loose to make a little area for the rag to go into as he readies the lighter.

Holding the rag just above it until it catches fire almost instantly. The light flickers off his face, something oddly solemn in that expression as he holds it over the bike's remains, flames licking against those gloves before dropping it in.

It doesn't take long for the bike to soon catch fire, Kaneda taking a step back to watch it.]

... Well. That's one way to get rid of it.

[He's not saying he disapproves. Honestly, he was sort of wondering how the hell they were going to deal with the wreck, anyway. Just what did you do with junked machines around here?]

[He stands back, arms folded, watching the fire. Also good to link that smell to the purpose. Fire.]

[For a while, Bull doesn't say anything. Just watches the bike burn.]

So.

What do we do once it's burned?

[And they're left with blackened motorcycle bits.]

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