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justonetruth2010-03-01 12:18 am
moptothehead) wrote in justonetruth2010-03-01 12:18 am
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[Halfway between Red and White]
[Hey there, mansion residents! Today there are some... rather curious noises coming from the kitchen, for those inclined to investigate such things (or get themselves some dinner). Low voices, heated arguing, sudden silences -- followed by longer silences, and then more of the arguing. Then a gasp, and a grunt -- it almost, almost sounds like an escalating fight.
Except if you open the door, what you will find is one Kaito Kuroba and Aoko Nakamori -- and while they're probably the most likely ones in the dressing room to be having an escalating fight, that isn't quite what's going on.
On the contrary, Aoko has her back against the counter, Kaito's hand up her shirt, and her hands down the back of his jeans. No clothes are missing, so nothing important is really visible, but it's pretty obvious what's going on, especially given the heated kissing, wandering hands, and not-particularly-subtle groping. There's the beginnings of a lasagna dinner on the counter, but the ingredients have long since been abandoned in favour of the more immediate activities.
Um.
Oops?]
Except if you open the door, what you will find is one Kaito Kuroba and Aoko Nakamori -- and while they're probably the most likely ones in the dressing room to be having an escalating fight, that isn't quite what's going on.
On the contrary, Aoko has her back against the counter, Kaito's hand up her shirt, and her hands down the back of his jeans. No clothes are missing, so nothing important is really visible, but it's pretty obvious what's going on, especially given the heated kissing, wandering hands, and not-particularly-subtle groping. There's the beginnings of a lasagna dinner on the counter, but the ingredients have long since been abandoned in favour of the more immediate activities.
Um.
Oops?]
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He runs a hand through his hair with a deeeeep breath, regaining his composure quicker this time, before he turns around to face the stranger]
You don't... have to. [it's slightly strained, though he's pinged by the familiarity yet foreignness of this newcomer too]
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Aoko fiddles with her skirt]
R-right. [still peering] ...Does Aoko know you?
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No, you wouldn't have met me.
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Understanding washes over his features] You're--
[but he cuts himself off and glances away again. It's not his business to point this out in front of Aoko]
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You're sure? You look like--
[blinks]
Kaito?
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*He blinks at her, then shakes his head* Huh? No, no. I'm not Kaito. I'm Caster! You know, you're the second person to think that. Do I really look that much like him?
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Yes you do! [gets all up in his personal space, peering intently, embarrassment forgotten in her curiosity. Now that she's looking for them, the resemblances are striking] You look just like him!
[looks to her Kaito for confirmation]
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*Caster backs up a step, putting on an annoyed front. Now he glances over at Kaito too.*
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Aoko... his secrets are his, right?
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[looks at her Kaito again]
Of course they are, but... oh.