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JUST THREATENED TO BREAK MY LIMBS

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4. Holding their hand for the first time

How this had happened, he had no idea.

-- Actually, wait, scratch that. This was entirely his fault. While out, they had reached a busy road, apparently having been caught up in rush hour on their way back from their rendezvous, and the wait at the junction had been so long that Kaito had decided to tease the younger magician. "You know, kids are supposed to hold hands with their guardian when crossing busy roads." He had mused aloud, casually, and without much care of the outcome.

The outcome, of course, was karma. Through his peripheral vision, he caught her dark hues, boring into him as if she were trying to kill him on the spot with a look alone, but it wasn't working, and she had resorted to the (natural) different resort. Now they were at the current situation, with the roads still busy, and with Amel snootily holding his hand while looking away with some sort of haughty expression. Snide. Amused.

Glad that she had yet again succeeded in making Kaito look like a lolicon in front of other people waiting at the pavement.

"What?" She mused, eyeing him lazily with the slightest of smiles; deadly and venomous. "Didn't you say we should hold hands?"

Said phrase had caught the attention of a parent beside him, whose eyes widened and zoned in on the brunet, begging for an explanation that he could not offer.

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5. Birthday

“April 1st. I feel quite sorry for him, what an unfortunate birthday.”

36. Favorite animal

“That would also be a leopard! I think that they are just a cat person in general. They have three cats, you see.”

48. Ideal significant other

You know what the worse part was about holding heists out of the city? The fact you came back to the city with something like a bullet wound, or a black eye, or god forbid you jumped off a boat and accumulated a cold that could only be explained to your best friend through "I fell into a river." Granted, Kaito didn't really need to be outside of the city to have no way of explaining his injuries, he just had to be KID, and being KID was a heist thing.

(And also a big secret thing.)

But right, back to the injury thing. Last night had gone smoothly, or as smooth as a heist could be. Almost like having a really nicely peeled potato that's pretty soft but still looks rough on the edges - that's often how his heists went on good nights. The rough on the edges part came from the fact he had accidentally slammed himself into a glass window on the way back, completely missing it when in mid flight, and what would you have it, he got a nosebleed.

If chronic nosebleeds were a thing, Kaito was certain he had it. Every few hours or so, he'd think he was safe and no, there it was. Nosebleed number thirteen. His stamina would surely decrease from all this blood loss, and he wasn't going to the doctors because doctors were the lawyers of the medical system. Vindictive. Very helpful, but vindictive.

Yuzuru had a lot of exploring to do if he wanted to get acquainted with this place. As a recent arrival he only had time to investigate the apartments before nightfall; now that it was the next day he had the time to explore more of the area. Why his master had sent him and his young master to this place was beyond him, unless he intended for Tori to find a match or a betrothal or some such thing (was that something rich people still did?), in which case he very much doubted anyone would endear themselves to the little devil anyway.

Eventually he ended up in a rather luxurious designer clothing store named Mimosa’s. Usually Yuzuru wore whatever was given to him by his benefactors, but now he had been left in charge of that duty as well. Not only that but he had to replenish Tori’s wardrobe as well. Sigh. The tasks of a servant were always abundant.

Roaming the first few aisles just to see what the store had to offer, some cute and fashionable accessories caught his eye. One in particular stood out: a bow clip in the shape of a bear. It looked so adorable that he found himself gravitating towards it subconsciously until he stopped in front of it.

Too bad the young master wasn’t here to try it on. He might have bought it if he knew it looked as nice on someone’s head as it did on the rack.

He was about to leave when he noticed a person nearby; small, cute, slightly irritable-looking... A perfect substitute.

Death of a Bachelor starters

     ❝ Are you offering to do the honors? How SWEET! I didn’t know        you cared so much, BRAT! ❞

        HER SMILE HID fury as her twitching hand found a place upon the other’s shoulder, gripping painfully tight. A silent, yet OBVIOUS warning of what running his mouth might force her to do. Could she be blamed for teaching such a shitty little gremlin a lesson? Probably — but the question was: would she care?

Obviously, the answer was a resounding OF FUCKING COURSE NOT.

She held no qualms against striking a child — a fact she’d proved more than enough times when in the presence of Amel. Call it a fight between friends, but she probably would’ve killed the little rodent if she didn’t think he’d run away and escape before she got the chance to issue the finishing blow.