It was his little miss. His Aoko. The one who'd... yes, he'd broken her wrist, hadn't he? All pretty and painful.
1412 slipped off of the counter gracefu-- ungracefully, feet stumbling as he hit the floor, but straightening almost immediately and not holding onto the counter for balance. He wasn't getting off because she'd asked, he was getting off because he wanted to.
"Who is that?"
He smiled, head tilting to one side, expression perfectly cheerful. And dangerous, if you'd had any experience with him.
"Is it the Kaito?"
-the boy that did this the bastard with his face and his dear rival's face and he couldn't let that go unpunished stealing facies wasn't nice now was it-
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1412 slipped off of the counter gracefu-- ungracefully, feet stumbling as he hit the floor, but straightening almost immediately and not holding onto the counter for balance. He wasn't getting off because she'd asked, he was getting off because he wanted to.
"Who is that?"
He smiled, head tilting to one side, expression perfectly cheerful. And dangerous, if you'd had any experience with him.
"Is it the Kaito?"
-the boy that did this the bastard with his face and his dear rival's face and he couldn't let that go unpunished stealing facies wasn't nice now was it-