[He has his back to the door, busy at one of the tables - quite casually dressed for a Kaitou, too, jacket and tophat absent, the only nod to his Kaitouness being the monocle still perched over one eye.
He recognises that voice, and is rather unsure about how to feel. It's like the confusion he had with his mother, with Kaito, but amplified.
So, to start, he reaches out and grabs his tophat from thin air, settling it on his head with quick, precise movements. Then he turns.
The effect is spoilt by the piece of toast still in his mouth, which he removes, chewing neatly.]
Hullo, Toichi-kun~
[Where the 'kun' came from, he's not quite sure, but perhaps a method of distance, especially now he can see the age weathering the man's face beyond what he remembers from Toichi's and Kaito's memories.]
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He recognises that voice, and is rather unsure about how to feel. It's like the confusion he had with his mother, with Kaito, but amplified.
So, to start, he reaches out and grabs his tophat from thin air, settling it on his head with quick, precise movements. Then he turns.
The effect is spoilt by the piece of toast still in his mouth, which he removes, chewing neatly.]
Hullo, Toichi-kun~
[Where the 'kun' came from, he's not quite sure, but perhaps a method of distance, especially now he can see the age weathering the man's face beyond what he remembers from Toichi's and Kaito's memories.]