1412 made a noise of protest in the back of his throat, shifting from foot to foot slightly as Aoko cut away the bandages. He drew back a step, then shifted forwards again, like he couldnt' decide whether standing still was a good idea or not.

"Nasty Kaito," he muttered, finally taking his arm away from his mouth, a smudge of blood at one corner. "Hard way isn't being friendly." He grinned sharply at him for lack of anything better to do, the grin one of the more disturbing he had in his repertoire.