1412 did not want to stand up, but he grudgingly let himself be pulled upright, staggering a little and feeling faint. He didn't fall back down, though his grip tightened painfully on both Aoko and Kaito.
His gaze drifted across to the blood on the counter, the droplets trailing across the floor, the bloody tie, shirt, jacket and gloves - all recognisably Kid's - and he grinned, a brief flash of teeth.
"Oh no, he's hurt~" he fluted in a female voice, then dropped back down to his own clipped tones, perfectly willing to leave now. Poor whoever found it. Poor whoever thought there was somebody dead.
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His gaze drifted across to the blood on the counter, the droplets trailing across the floor, the bloody tie, shirt, jacket and gloves - all recognisably Kid's - and he grinned, a brief flash of teeth.
"Oh no, he's hurt~" he fluted in a female voice, then dropped back down to his own clipped tones, perfectly willing to leave now. Poor whoever found it. Poor whoever thought there was somebody dead.
"Let's leave."