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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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[Looks confused.] But....you have the same outfit. Who else wears something so retro than Kid in public?

Retro? [he laughs, grinning at you in amusement]

My anem is 1412. Don't confuse me with another, don't get in my way, and why, I might even be fond of you~

[He just looks more confused, but now...also concerned. Sure, he wasn't Shinichi, but he was an observant little bugger and something was decidedly very wrong here.]

...why are you going by your number? And I always get in your way. That's part of the game. You steal, I try to foil the attempt, and you try to escape it the times I manage it.

[laughs]

[almost bounces over to you, looking down with interest]

I'm not a good guy, you know.

...In fact... I might be very bad indeed.

[he flicks his hand, and there's a knife between each knuckle. He looks between the blades, smiling]

[Watching those knives, looking a bit wary now, but hey, maybe it's just a new trick?]

You never really struck me as a bad guy. More like an anti-hero. At least, it seems like there's something more in what you're doing.

What's with the knives?

[laughs]

[you're so entertaining, so unlike his chibi-chibi, so naive and innocent]

[vanishes all but one of the knives, which he presents to Conan with a flourish - point first]

Have a look~

[And because he is so innocent and pretty naive, he steps closer to look at the knife.]

...I don't see anything special about it.

Ah, not yet~

[he takes one of Conan's hands, and places the knife gently in it] [a nice gift for an innocent chibi. he wonders if maybe his chibi was like this as a boy]

Careful, boy, it's sharp.

I'll be careful. Not like I don't know how dangerous weapons can be.

[Looking at the knife, careful not to hurt himself as he examined it.]

It looks normal...

[he nods, pleased]

Of course it does. It's made to.

[he draws a gloved finger along the blade delicately, displaying the fingertip darkned slightly by some liquid]

The blade is poisoned. [and he smiles sunnily]

[Have a very, very long pause and you can almost HEAR the gears turning in his head.]

...why would it be poisoned? [Knives...knives he could see. Plenty of tricks to be done with knives where no one got hurt.

But poison...]

[shrugs slightly, retrieving the knife from Conan. it's never smart to leave weapons lying around]

Sometimes normal tag is boring.

[memories of one falling off a rooftop, his scramble to get away turning into a stumble, a trip, a fall, and a pretty rosette of blood on the pavement below, people staring up at him and screaming their fool heads off]

[Looking wary not, studying the other intently.]

...normal tag?

Would you like to play~?

[vanishes the knife with an idle flick of his fingers and takes your hands, looking for a watch]

Does the boy have his little dart watch? Hm~?

[Why yes, he does.]

...what are the rules for this tag?

Ah!

[presses the button himself, flipping up the watch crosshairs, and patting your hand as he lets go]

Rules? Rules... Rules are tag. Catch me if you can.

Or catch you if I can.

[he smiles, and produces the set of knives again]

....

[He puts down the crosshairs on his watch.]

...what sort of criminal are you? [He looks wary still, but...different. More aware.]

You're not playing?

[he looks disappointed, focused more on the lost game than your question]

Disappointing, chibi-kun.

I like playing with Kaitou Kid.

But party of the fun it's the one criminal I play with where bodily harm isn't expected.

[tut-tut]

You don't know.

[touches the side of Conan's face gently]

When someone dies, don't you want to know how they feel? What it's like to bleed and scream and writhe?

[For a moment, Conan looks startled.

But then....it was almost like a switch had been flipped. Except the more expected panic, fear, worry, at least uncertainty, none of those emotions appeared on his face.]

No. I know too much about it as is.

[And there it was. There was perhaps a hint of fear in his stance, perhaps a glint in his eye, but even a sane Kaitou Kid looking closely for such signs would have a hard time finding it.

No, this was different. This was the face people saw when the thought entered their mind that perhaps Edogawa Conan was Kudo Shinichi. COnfident, defiant, and far too serious to be on a seven year old.

This was the face Edogawa Conan, detective.]

So, you're that type of person in your world.

What type of person?

[blinks, then smiles, patting Conan's cheek]

Be clear when you talk, hm?

The kind of person who went too far.

[He didn't react to the head pat. He was completely calm. Or at least appeared to be.]

The kind that's no fun to play with.

...So you aren't like my chibi.

[he'd entertained a thought that maybe he could have taught him something new. that might have been a fun game]

[then he smiles]

But you see, you will play. You will.

No.

[And he's looking quite defiant.]

I won't play with someone like you. You aren't even half the thief Kid is.

It's easy to hurt. What point is there if the opponent can't even succeed in challenging circumstances?