Aoko froze right behind him, also staring. For a moment all she see was the blood and the half-discarded Kid outfit, and there was a wild feeling of double vision. But it couldn't be her Kaito -- he was right there in front of her, her hand firmly clutching at his sleeve. Then which Kaito was...?
...Wait. Those eyes. She knew those eyes.
Aoko let go of her Kaito and took another step forward without thinking, putting herself between them. Her wrist throbbed as a dull reminder of what had happened the last time she had approached this particular Kaito, but she ignored it. She'd survived that encounter. Besides, she had her Kaito with her now.
"Kai--" She cut herself off, remembering too late that he hated being called that name. Not that she was willing to call him 1412, either.
Aoko quickly took another step forward, trying her best to appear nonthreatening and hoping beyond all hope that Kaito would have enough sense to stay behind her. "What happened?"
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...Wait. Those eyes. She knew those eyes.
Aoko let go of her Kaito and took another step forward without thinking, putting herself between them. Her wrist throbbed as a dull reminder of what had happened the last time she had approached this particular Kaito, but she ignored it. She'd survived that encounter. Besides, she had her Kaito with her now.
"Kai--" She cut herself off, remembering too late that he hated being called that name. Not that she was willing to call him 1412, either.
Aoko quickly took another step forward, trying her best to appear nonthreatening and hoping beyond all hope that Kaito would have enough sense to stay behind her. "What happened?"
There was so much blood... Her stomach clenched.