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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]
[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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[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?
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He's annoyed with himself for fighting back, annoyed at his own weakness. He wasn't planning to fight back.]
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[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?
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So he glares, but doesn't speak.]
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Scared?
[lets go of you, simply lets you fall to the floor at his feet]
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I would have to be insane not to be.
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[thin sharp smile, and he shifts, twitching like he's going to leap at you - but of course, he doesn't]
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Like I said, your intimidation tactics need work.
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[have a lovely patronising smile]
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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.]
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Or are you too stubborn for that?
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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.
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His other hand goes to his belt buckle, and the soccer ball it contains.]
How about "none of the above"?
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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]
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No.
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[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]
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Tick-tock, liar-kun
[he's bored already. entertain him some more]
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Dodges one blade, only to find the other heading straight for his eye. It skids off the bullet-proof lens of his glasses, but leaves him shaken, gasping for air with quick, shallow breaths.]
Tick-tock yourself, crazy.
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[he can't bring himself to be angry about the crazy remark - he's so mad already, and just adding to that is like overflowing a cup]
[tosses a knife, and wonders where to throw next]
[he wants to taste your blood now, but he's also toying with you, letting this drag out - you're so entertaining after all, and he wants to make sure you're not going to do anything more amusing before he kills you]
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[The knife skids across his arm, leaving a shallower cut right under the deep gash. It stings, and just how many of those things does 1412 have? He has to be careful. He can't lose. He won't lose. Not ever.]
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[tilts his head to the side, then smirks a little] [if you want a rection, you must make one happen]
Shinichi!
[it's Ran's voice, panicked, desperate...]
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Don't do that.
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/runs out of icons...
/patpat
/sob
/tissue
/blows nose
/doesn't want it back now
/gives back anyway
/holds between finger and thumb XP
/it explodes, covering you in rhinoviruses
/ew, wrinkly grey unicorns
/fffft
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