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[If you're of a mind to be around a particular area - about where a certain deceased detective was a while ago, in fact - you might just notice a white-clad thief leaning against a wall]

[It's not a casual slump, nor an elegant one - it's the slump of the exhausted, and he certainly looks it - his hat pulled down low, some papers held in one hand, and his eyes half-lidded, seeing nothing in particular]

[a little while after this] [all Shinichi be warned] [in fact, -everyone- be warned]

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[chuckles]

Having fun?

[uses your voice for that question, parroting back to you what you said]

[He grits his teeth, smiles against the pain.]

Your tatics lack finesse. No real talent for intimidation.

[soft, quiet singing]

Liar, liar, pants on fire~

[quick, sharp smile, mocking]

'Yes, all alone in the spotlight.'

[and sure to replicate it with that hint of anger he heard before]

What have I lied about?

[He's not a liar, never a liar. How dare this criminal call him a liar.]

'No real talent for intimidation'?

I made you angry.

I'm making you angry, little liar.

That's not intimidated, that's pissed off. There's a difference, Kaito.

[Anger is hard for him to control, harder than anything else. But he has a knife in the thief, a name he can use over and over again and drive the criminal to distraction.

So he's going to use it.]

I warned you.

[one step, two step, and he's swinging you into the air for a second time, holding you up by your collar, knife sharp in his other hand, and his face a mask of dark anger]

[And the stun-gun watch is there, up and ready, aimed between the thief's eyes.]

[watching you very carefully, knife still held ready to slice]

[fascination in his words as he says them quietly]

So the little chibi will fight back.

[a smile, almost breathless with anticipation]

What does he have to hurt me with, hm? Poison?

[Silence. Doesn't move.

He's annoyed with himself for fighting back, annoyed at his own weakness. He wasn't planning to fight back.]

No answer?

[touching the blade of the knife to your side, just enough pressure to tell it's there]

Answer me, little liar. How do you want to make me hurt?

[His breath is coming shakily again, but not from excitement this time. He's hurt and angry and there is a thin tendril of fear beginning to worm its way through him.

So he glares, but doesn't speak.]

[thin smile, mocking, he knows what he sees, and he's going to test it]

Scared?

[lets go of you, simply lets you fall to the floor at his feet]

[He lands it (if there's one thing he's learned to do well at this size, it's to land on his feet when he's dropped) and takes a half-step away from the thief, just enough to look up comfortably. The threat is no longer an immediate one, so he clicks the cover back on the watch.]

I would have to be insane not to be.

Good.

[thin sharp smile, and he shifts, twitching like he's going to leap at you - but of course, he doesn't]

[Doesn't so much as flinch. From what he's seen so far, jumping on him would be out-of-character for 1412.]

Like I said, your intimidation tactics need work.

Of course they do.

[have a lovely patronising smile]

[Waiting for the thief's next move. He's too exhausted and hurt right now to take any sort of initiative.

This isn't his style. This isn't the type of game he likes to play. He's losing, no, not losing. Tied. He's tied with the thief right now.]

I wonder if I'll get an apology for what I warned you of?

Or are you too stubborn for that?

Too stubborn, actually.

[chuckles]

I knew it.

[the knife is in his hand again, fiddling with it losely between both hands] [looks at you with a calm smile]

It's an apology or your eyes.

[He steps back, dropping down to one knee, one hand on the knob on the side of his sneakers. He keeps the power level low during cases, after the first time he used the shoes, and took out an oak tree with a soccerball. But this isn't a case.

His other hand goes to his belt buckle, and the soccer ball it contains.]

How about "none of the above"?

[tilting his head to the side] [looks like a pretty toy, but so was chibi's watch, with it's nasty little poisons]

One or the other.

[cheerful, but ready to move, oh he doesn't trust those clever little fingers with their clever little toys at all]

[He tenses, not activating either the shoes or the belt yet. 1412 is going to have to make the first move.]

No.

Choose.

[lets the knife fly for your fingers - it'd be fun to cut one off as well]

[he doesn't care which answer you say because either way he'll take your eyes, pretty blue - like his though he doesn't use a mirror any more to see them, they're bad enough in memories - and then he might gift them to a neechan who's been missing her prince]