Tetsuo growls under his breath, any reassurance he might have felt quickly beaten back by another round of taunting from the disembodied voice.
"C'mon out here an' I'll show ya somethin'at fuckin' hurts, asshole!"
Bristling with anger, he's still looking around for something besides just a voice to fix it into, and he moves to pace around the fountain restlessly. He's not sure why, himself, rationalizing that he's just trying to get another line of sight--but impulsively lashes out with a hand as he gets close to the distortion, feeling like there's something there he wants to grab onto and hold, whether it's an unseen enemy or something thrown at him or whatever else. To him, it's just the familiar feeling that it's where his hand ought to go, and those feelings usually turn out right for him.
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"C'mon out here an' I'll show ya somethin'at fuckin' hurts, asshole!"
Bristling with anger, he's still looking around for something besides just a voice to fix it into, and he moves to pace around the fountain restlessly. He's not sure why, himself, rationalizing that he's just trying to get another line of sight--but impulsively lashes out with a hand as he gets close to the distortion, feeling like there's something there he wants to grab onto and hold, whether it's an unseen enemy or something thrown at him or whatever else. To him, it's just the familiar feeling that it's where his hand ought to go, and those feelings usually turn out right for him.