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[Toichi was not one to often seem like he was taken off guard. Even when he was, it was amazing how he kept most people from realizing it. This situation he's found himself in, however?

Well, even the great Kuroba Toichi has to have a bit of a 'bwuh' look at finding himself suddenly in a dining hall when he had been just walking into the kitchen. And quite the expansive dining hall at that with all the food prepared.

Sure, he could pull off a disappearing act, but he usually knew where he was going to end up.]

How...strange.

[Oh, and something to note? This Toichi looks...older then some people might know him as. At least eight years older than most Kaito's would remember him, in fact.]

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[Kaito is currently using all of the words he has ever learnt from Nakamori and a few from various other places and sources as well - in the safety of his own head, of course. Dad'd ream him out like nobody's business if he heard him speak like that.]

I-impression? Impression! Yeah, that's it. [And listen as his voice travels to the various parts of the room now...] Yep! Cool, isn't it. Did I really have you going there?!

[He'd be very flattered if it wasn't a trick.]

You did. [Picks up the object.] Something this heavy, there would be a bit more sign of whatever pulled it off the table usually.

[And of course Kaito can disappear completely. It's how he never stops the boy from not following him to heists.]

I- I- yeah...

[He can't quite bring himself to say that it wasn't a trick, or that he just knocked it over and dad very almost went through him when he bent down to pick that thing up.

He also for that same reason can't make himself appear somewhat visible right now. His invisibility is acting in place of Poker Face slightly. People can't see what they can't see.]

[Invisible Poker Face or not, the voice could reveal a lot and now Toichi is starting to feel concern, some of it showing on his face.]

Kaito, come on out. Now isn't the time to prolong a trick.

Can't and don't wan't to.

[He's not moving, though. And a person's position can be told from where their voice is most often heard from.]

((ooc: now I'm feeling real guilty...))

[Frowns.] Kaito, what's wrong?

[The voice is coming in front of him, but that's just him throwing his voice to mislead him, surely? However, he needed to find him because something was clearly wrong.

Too bad his search made him step right through Kaito, gasping at the sudden shock of cold.]

((OOC: I can't talk. I made him for the baw from Kaito's. >_> ))

[He was just about to try and figure out something to say, when-]

ACKK! YEEK, dad, watch where you're - I mean - oh, DAMN it, this is just so wrong...

[Steps back and now he's...quite confused. He just saw Kaito in the hall five minutes before he arrived in this place. And now...

It was something even beyond his own comphrension. At least what he knew so far.]

What's going on?

[For a moment? All quiet on the Kaito front.]

Heh ha... What's going on? I... guess I'm the first person you've met here, right?

[Break it to the man gently, Kuroba. You do NOT want to break Dad's brain.]

[There is no way to break it to him gently. Just like it was probably impossible to break it to Kaito gently.]

Yes. I was just about to go eat the dinner your mother lovingly prepared and I walked into this room.

Oh.

[Kaito knows that, sort of. But then again he also lives on a (rather unhealthy) dose of Poker Face and denial a day.]

I... well, this is lovely. [Aaand, there is sarcasm.]

You might or might not find this hard to believe, but we're in a... uh, mixing pot of realities. Lots of, uh, different versions of us.

[He's going slowly. And hopefully the next Kaito he meets will be alive, dammit.]

A mixing pot of reality? Hm, perhaps I shouldn't have angered that witch doctor.

[Ponders this a moment. And then a rather...grim thought enters his mind.]

How did you achieve the cold spot?

Yep. More or less. Um, witch doctor...?

. . .

I. Ah. Um. It's not exactly something I do on... purpose?

And different versions? So it's like a story, the kind with evil twins from parallel universe and all that?

You know, the one who was supposedly immortal. I told you about it. [It was a possible lead.]

...

Kaito...was that an impression? [And that was poker face because he doesn't want it to be true. More than anything, he doesn't want it to be true.]

Kind of like. I've seen two Aokos already, and neither of them're the one I know. I haven't met any evil twins yet, though.

...And no, I haven't heard about that. You. Uh. Cou- Didn't tell me.

no

Two Aoko-chan's? At least the evil twin cliche might be avoided then.

Of course I told you. You insist I tell you about all the heists you don't manage to sneak along for.

[And that? That would be a very stony look. The fact he doesn't know HOW to react may be testament to how much he wished Kaito had said yes.]

Well, neither of them seemed evil.

Dad, I. Where I'm from- [deeep unnecessary breath] -I never have to sneak. I... I'm the one who does, uh the heists. Did.

[Doesn't know how to deal with stony face. Knows just how much he wishes he could've said yes. He felt it the exact same way just after he died, and while he was explaining to Hakuba. And then to Aoko. And then to Shinichi. Every. Single. Time.]

[There's...too much he's already been told that he can't quite think about the implications of Kaito heisting. Really, that wasn't important. Not in light of this.]

...why can I hear you? [Because he never saw ghosts before and he's desperately hoping Kaito is being tactless with his joking.]

Apart from the fact that you're my dad and if anyone knew me so well it'd be you? This place. Everyone can apparently see everyone, no matter what the usual status quo.

And, erm...

[Slowly, ever so slowly, at first faint but getting less so, he fades into the visual spectrum. Not. Saying. A Word.]

[And that? That was a definite crack as Toichi looked at Kaito and the pain and sadness showed. His son was a ghost. The evidence didn't lie and good Kaito may be, he couldn't pull off something like this.

Which meant his son...was dead.]

I... [Match cracked Poker Face for cracked Poker Face. They're like mirrors at the moment.]

If it's any consolation, I think I'm the only me like, um. This. I haven't heard of any.. other.. [He trails off as he realises he's Not Helping.]

Just one...is enough. [A parent never wants to see their child dead. And so young just hurt all the more. Especially when he had just seen Kaito alive and well, even if he was fuming about 'annoying mop wielding demons.']

Y-yeah. I agree. More than enough.

[A shuddering breath, more for his feeling like he needed it than actually.. needing it.]

What happened? [He needed to know. Whatever it was...he just needed to know what happened to him.]

I... [Attempting to get some semblance of Poker Face back together again in front of dad isn't as easy as he'd wish it was. But he needs it, just to talk about this with him at all.

And then he remembers he doesn't have to say anything, and it's going to hurt this time, but at least it's going to be a good, clean sort of hurt, rather than the long, drawn out sort. Right? He hopes.

A dramatic snap of the fingers later, and he's Kid. And, like always, a tiny bit more distanced from things. Not by much, but enough.]

While I was like this. The rules got broken. There was no one else, but this was far more than enough.

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keywords apply TT_TT

Poor Kaito.

Re: Poor Kaito.

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...there are no icons for what he's feeling.

And this icon here is not really adequate.

There really are no icons for them in this scenario.

And yet my keywords fit so well.

That they do.

I meant metaphorically, not just literally.

Always good to get both.

Re: Always good to get both.

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Just like the icon.