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If you tell your identical twin that they’re beautiful, are you being kind or vain?
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OHHHh tell me for [ asaltybirb ]
FUCK OFF ONII-CHAN
If you snuck into my room I would: fight you
[x] Go back to sleep[x] Kick you out[] Cuddle with you[] Be like “How in the world?”[x] Let you sleep on the floor[] Become angry
If you HUGGED me I would: ask you if you’re all right in the head
[x] Kiss or hug you back[x] Smile and laugh[] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable[x] Push you away[] Be shocked[x] Strike you
If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say: no incesto
[x] No[x] Yes[] Most certainly not.[] Without hesitation.
You are: literally stealing my face you fuck
[x] Cute[x] Adorable[x] Attractive[x] Beautiful[] Okay[] Ugly[] Am not going to grace this with an answer
You are to me a: massive fucking nuisance [] Stranger[] Acquaintance[x] Ally[x] Friend [] Love[x] Rival [] EnemyI find you to be: a little shit[] Pathetic[] Of no consequence[] Intriguing [] Frightening [] Unsettling [x] Annoying [x] Infuriating [x] Pleasant company[x] Comforting [x] Unable to be lived without [x] Trustworthy
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sapphirexchild:: ASSHOLE
❝ So it is a date, then? Aoko will go get ready! ❞
And she’s gone. Good luck, Kuroba Kaito.
“OI--”
TAKES A MOMENT TO FUMBLE WORDS!!
“I’M NOT TREATING YOU!”
Shouted after you’re long gone. He’s not getting ready, screw you!
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❝ … Don’t forget, dinner is a requirement. Aoko’s a lady, y’know? ❞
“... Geez, you’re so demanding--”
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💞 ( if you thought i wasn't going to send this ur wrong )
Send me a “ 💞 “ and I post a gif showing my muses feeling towards yours.
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“Oi. Ask her, not me.”
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"Hey Aoko, I heard that Kaito (asaltybirb) just admitted he was gay."
❝ … That’s a first… ❞
Kaito is outing another Kaito for being gay. How… Strange. Also, why did she really need to know?If Kaito wouldn’t tell her himself, maybe he just doesn’t trust her enough.
❝ Mou, Kaito… Why are you telling me this anyway!? ❞
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“….I know. Sorry.”
Well, never say that Kaito couldn’t be supportive if he needed to. She opens the door slowly- she’s still pale from the shock, but at least she looks calmer than she sounded before.
“So……nice weather we’re having, huh.”
... Sighing, and putting his hands in his pockets.
“ You’re an idiot. “ It’s nothing to be sorry about. He looks away, out the window, before he looks back.
“Very nice weather,” he agrees, dryly, before scratching his cheek. “I’m going to go out to grab some chocolate and maybe take a walk. Want to come with?” Maybe the breath of fresh air would help. And you like chocolate, right? “Or do you want to take a shower? You stink.”
Or a hug. Something.
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♘ - -
It was a clean killing, as his work tended to be. If nothing else, he was known for his efficiency and subtlety. The target had hardly realized his life was going to end before it was over. The target had been an unfortunately clever civilian, who seemed to know a bit too much and had attracted the attention of the syndicate rather recently. It was an acquaintance of a lower-rank member (that one was also facing consequences, but that wasn’t any of Blanc’s business).
An unwelcome presence brought his gaze up, and he felt conflicting reactions of intrigue to be standing this close to the Kaitou KID and annoyance that he’d need to deal with the other’s presence at this rather inconvenient moment. The intrigue, of course, won in a landslide over the irritation. He made no move to hide his face–after all, he didn’t exist, there were no records to compare against. He looked on at the one clad in white, amused at their contrast; KID stood in white head to toe, with accents of cheerful primary colors, while he stood in the shadows, clad in a three-piece suit consisting entirely of the color black.
Blanc was certain the phantom thief was displeased–the thief’s No One Gets Hurt policy was no secret, after all, and here it was obvious that someone had indeed been hurt–or, well, killed, which most would consider to be a much more severe equivalent of the former anyway.
❝I wouldn’t call this a hobby.❞ Sidestep the question, for now. He hadn’t yet pulled a weapon, but everything in his posture screamed predator and he was perfectly ready to draw a weapon and take care of this nuisance right away if he decided to act undesirably. Technically, he probably had some responsibility to make an attempt on the KID’s life–after all, there was an entire branch dedicated to finding the same thing the phantom thief had been trying to achieve–but that was not Blanc’s division and he had little interest in killing something so interesting prematurely.
❝I could easily ask you the same thing. I imagine it is rather clear what I am doing here; but as for you, Kaitou, I couldn’t say the same. Your show is over, and thus it’s time that the showman retired for the evening, wouldn’t you think?❞ He steps now, to the side, almost as if aiming to circle (though he’s also putting distance between himself and the thief, and calculating how KID might throw the sleeping gas he undoubtedly has in hand. He’s seen the bombs at work, and so considers exactly how much of a radius he needs to allow himself to evade the effects, at least long enough to pull out a mask. He moves his hands as if to smooth down his suit jacket, and then very quickly his right hand draws a gun. He levels it at the thief, but his expression never changes from its almost lazy smirk and predatory confidence.
❝Pardon my manners, this is terrible etiquette of me, but I assure you, I won’t pull the trigger unless you give me reason to.❞
It would truly be a shame to have to pull the trigger; he rather hoped he might get to use this as an opportunity to match wits with the thief up close.
- - ♘
The small smile stands guarded on his face-- hands coming up beside his head, in an amused gesture of surrender. His heartbeats could match a rabbit’s, even as he keeps up the nuance that he’s not something to be feared; nonthreatening, innocent, childish. Seriousness isn’t something KID tries to keep in his repertoire, though he keeps it handy should the audience request it.
No one gets hurt is rule he abides only loosely by; not a definite, and he’s hurt people before numerous times-- but sheer malice is something he tries to avoid or prevent, and he gazes upon the body with a subdued expression, before flicking it back up to the gun trained on his body.
Blonde hair, brown eyes, though it was rather difficult to tell in this light. ( Bad lighting was always a negative, casting even good intentions in shadow. ) He looks... young. Almost young as him. And yet already well versed in the one type of magic he had no desire to perform-- the disappearance of a life, and the implications thereafter--
Since starting this job, Kaito was used to predators, and being the white rabbit that sidestepped much of the wolves’ attacks. Darting away, blue eyes cautious-- disappearing in flurries of white when you dared pounce upon him, nary a hint left he was there. Funny how like a rabbit he was when his job as a magician often portrayed him as pulling them out of hats-- or maybe that was why he likened himself to one in the first place. familiarity wasn’t a bad thing, after all.
“Maa, didn’t you hear? Bedtimes aren’t really my thing.”
He steps forward, closer, when you start stepping to the side and away-- would you wish to run, wolf-san? Do you know this little white riding hood is more than he seems? ( He’s not, honestly, wearing clothes that had been too big for him before he’d gotten them tailored, wearing a role that he’d had to grow into; he’s learning the basics, and it’d only been a short while he’d gotten used to running in oxfords and a cape billowing behind him. )
The smoke bombs you worry so much about is not visible in his hand. They’re tucked away in his glove now; as he frowns softly at the weapon pointed at him turning the frown of disappointment upwards ( He looks slightly sad; but not at you ) before wringing it up into a small, unreadable smile he’d sported since the beginning.
“Wouldn’t I say the same to you? You’re young.”
His voice, his movements, are surprisingly soft for someone whose outfit is so loud. He wouldn’t call this job a hobby, too -- a rather dangerous hobby, wasn’t it? If he was staring down the barrel of a gun.
“I’ll take that as a compliment that you haven’t shot me yet -- And likewise. How terribly rude of me, you seem to know my name and I, not yours. Could I have anything to call you by?”
Tone conversational-- lilting up to something more playful.
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“Yeah, I’m fine.” Sarcasm. She’s freaking out.
“Listen, I have a- a thing growing in me. Even if I did want to keep it, I have school and the family business, and mom isn’t even home half the time. I don’t want to be like…..
“How do you think I feel?”
“... Oi, oi, calm down.”
A pause as he knocks on the door, wondering if you’d let him in. Terrified, maybe. Maybe that’s how you felt.
“You and mom aren’t the same, you know that. It’s your child. It’s your choice. You’re not to blame whatever choice you make.”
How is he supposed to deal with teen pregnancy. He didn’t even know his sister had a sex life just a few hours ago.
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Aw, she’s so glad she could always count on her onii-chan. She grabs the popsicle before darting into the bathroom.
Five minutes later, there’s a noise that sounds vaguely like ice shattering against a marble floor.
“Uh, yeah, so I owe you five bucks.”
He doesn’t even need to hear you say it-- the shatter is tell tale enough.
“I told you so.”
...
“You alright in there?”
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“Consider it putting your money where your mouth is.”
Why is he always the more mature of the two. Goes out, grabs a couple of them, and comes back. Fuck you for making him go through this embarrassment. Makes sure to explain sweetly that he’s shopping for his irresponsible little sister.
“Here you go.” Eating a popsicle he’s bought on the way. There’s one for you in the bag.
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“Fine, but if you’re so sure about it, you get to go buy it.”
“Oi oi, why do I have to pay for it?”
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Idk my relationship with my siblings is always either “yo I’ll help you hide the body” or “do not even breathe in my direction” there is no in between.