Capsule 012 💊 | Video

[rassera]

[This is a really...odd question to ask. And Kaneda knows it. But something's been on his mind as of late, especially with his new job working out the way it is. Boredom begets creativity, and thus the feed opens up to our favourite biker teen sitting at his desk in Neo Tokyo, sliding back and forth on his rolling stool as he plays with a thumbtack.

Poking his skin lightly with the tip. It makes no impression, and it's as if it were going into silly putty rather than actual skin.]


Does...anyone know where to get something that can block my powers? I don't know, like a magic bracelet or something?

[He has his reasons.


He totally has his reasons.]


I want a tattoo.


[They're related, honest.]

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[rassera]

Felix...[His accent has a slight hard time with that one, but at least it's not the horrific mess that is Sabriel.]

You got that right. But there's little good spots, so you take em, yannow? I like to think of myself as an optimist.

[douchebag]

[ It's close enough for Felix. And he'd rather hear a mangled version of his chosen name than any version of his real one. ]

Yeah. Guess it isn't all bad. [ At least, it wasn't. Before. ] Between the two of us, though, I'm happy to name you the resident optimist. Saw too much shit to manage it very well.

[rassera]

Works for me! I can't handle the broodiness or anything, so I'll leave that to you.


Those lines on your face work perfect for it!


[Don't be a shithead, Kaneda.]

[douchebag]

Lines?

[ One of Felix's eyebrows rise. ]

I'm thirty-six, not ninety-six. I don't have that many wrinkles. Jesus Christ.

[rassera]

[It's not you, Felix. He says that to people at 25.]

Hahahaha!

Ease up, old man, you'll make more!

[douchebag]

[ He rolls his eyes. ]

Sure, kid. Have fun getting your tattoo, yeah?

[rassera]

Heh, no problems there.

[Just wait, kid. You're in for a rude awakening of itchiness and peeling skin.]

I'll show you when it's done, yeah?

[douchebag]

Sure. Looking forward to it.