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Chiaotzu has never been good at waiting. He hates watching the hourglass, the sand slowly slipping through the aperture. He's tried using telekinesis to pull the sand through faster. To yank it through the gap. But it never works. The last time he tried properly, the whole thing had shattered into fragments and he had had to glue it back together under Shen's watchful gaze.
Now he's waiting to see if Tien will actually return from the Cell Games, or if Chiaotzu'll be left alone again. It's easier to think it's the hourglass's fault, rather than examine it too closely.