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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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[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]

[He dives away from the blade, flashing metal, dangerous, sharp, avoid it, rolls, twists so he's back on his feet, ready.]

[flicks another blade at you, then another]

Tick-tock, liar-kun

[he's bored already. entertain him some more]

[He can tell the thief is getting bored, realizes that bored is going to be dangerous, doesn't care.

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.

Pretty glasses.

[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]

I'd rather not have them, but they do come in handy sometimes.

[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.]

Not much of a reaction.

[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...]

[And for a second, it almost works, almost sends him running for the voice, Ran is in trouble. Then he realizes that Ran isn't here, Ran wouldn't call him that name, not him, that it has to be 1412. He glares at the thief, snarling.]

Don't do that.

[slow smile, and he's still using her voice]

But the little liar is so entertaining when he's glaring at us~

[beaming smile]

It's very amusing.

[A snarl, angry, so angry at this man, this infuriating, crazy, hateful thing wearing a dead man's face. So angry and in pain and he can't even think right now.]

Don't call me that.

Conan-kun, you're a liar!

[the sharp snap of Ran, angry, while he smiles, so very amused]

I don't love liars.

[Shaking, snarling, cornered and angry.]

Don't use her voice. Don't ever ever use her voice.

Whose voice? Liar-kun, what are you talking about?

[grins, wide and wickedly]

It's me, Ran-neechan!

Shut up.

[He's angry and no one has ever treated him like this, no one has ever been able to rattle him this much, ever.]

That's not very nice, liar-kun!

[and then his tone adds in desperation, pleading, and heartbreak while he just smiles]

I thought you loved me, Shinichi, you liar!

[Sanity? Who really needs it? Not this Shinichi, not right now. Break all the masks and tear down the lies.

He's just going to laugh at that statement, a slightly shaky sound that grows in volume and continues for a long moment.]

You... you think she...

[Laughing, a high pitched child-noise.]

[and softer now, a last adieu] I do...

She loves you, of course she does.

She'd be a fool not to, when you lie so effortlessly to her.

[1412's words are like shots in the dark, and he doesn't care where they hit, how they hit, as long as they do damage]

[Damage? No damage here, not from that. He knows she loves him, but he doesn't love her back, never has, never has pretended to. Just Ran, or Ran-neechan. Nothing special.

Or so he keeps telling himself, when he can be bothered to think.]

Stop calling me that. Stop it.

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/runs out of icons...

/patpat

/sob

/tissue

/blows nose

/doesn't want it back now

/gives back anyway