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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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Don't touch Aoko there! [and she stomps on his foot]

[chuckles again]

Then don't touch me there, little miss.

[lets go of her shirt, stroking a gloved finger gently down her cheek]

So brave, so shy. Little miss is as confused as an Alice down a rabbit hole~

You don't have anything to hide there! [she snaps, not taking her eyes off of him. There's got to be something she can do.]

You do? Gemstones, pretty pictures, maybe a vial of poison?

Should I search for what's been hidden?

[his hand goes back to your chest, fingers brushing down your neck]

No! [trying to pull away again, though a slight shiver shoots up her spine] Don't-that's not-I don't have anything there!

[a testing poke, and a wicked grin to match]

Nothing?

~~[at least it's a change from kaito's 'washboard' comments?]~~

N-Nothing! Keep your hands off!

~~[y-yeah... that's true...]~~

Edited 2010-01-04 20:36 (UTC)

[flat palm again your chest, imitating your voice]

S-something!

[chuckles, and tugs your shirt to peek down it]

N-no! There's nothing there stop! [tries to cover her chest with the free hand]

[batting your hand away cheerfully] [this is a fun game]

[tug on the shirt, look up with a grin]

I see two things.

They're not for you! [she glares]

But what if I want them to be?

[her face immediately colors red] You can't-!

Can't I?

[tilts an eyebrow]

I could just take it.

[she flattens against the wall] T-take what?

What I want to.

[twists her finger sharply, as a reminder]

Can't stop me, can you, little miss?

[she yelps again, trying to yank her hand back] N-no! Don't-! St-stop!

Edited 2010-01-04 22:11 (UTC)

[so easy to twist those words, pretty words, so he does]

Don't stop? [his voice light, but driving his point home]

Okay! [shifts his grip to your middle one, and snaps it, messily] [it won't heal easily, and it will hurt - he wants to see you cry out in pain, so pretty]

[and she does cry out in pain, unable to escape there are eveb tears coming down her cheeks] St-stop! I-I'll let you have whatever! Just stop! [she uses that same injured arm to pull a few coins and notes out of her pocket]

Little Miss.

[his tone is dangerous now, knocking your hand and the proffered money away]

I can't be bought nor bargained nor bartered - I have what I want right here.

[squeezes again, but then leans close and murmurs, so very temptingly]

Unless there's a contract you wanted to give to the nasty assassin, hm?

[Her breath catches as he gets closer and she turns her face away, wincing as he squeezes again]

Hm?

Nobody you want to give me as a contract?

[his voice turns a little more charming, a little more tempting]

Doesn't the little miss want a way out~?

Aoko doesn't want a contract. [her breath is notably uneven, a slight hint of a blush on her cheeks] Now let me go.

You don't want a contract, but you want out?

Oh no, little miss. Fair exchange for sevices rendered. [he's parroting someone - a man, he remembers, who died in a boring way, and had a boring life to match. but someone contracted him, and so he died]

What kind of contract are you talking about? I don't want anyone dead or injured. [she turns to face him again]