[Aoko keeps her hand where it is, so his fingers bump hers as she continues to look even more suspicious. And then Conan speaks up again, voice still calm and measured]
Does it have to do with that prison you mentioned?
[Aoko goes dead still. Prison?
Her eyes dart over the collar once again, this time paying more attention to the details -- the way there's no apparently catch or way of unlocking it, how closely it fits to his neck, and (perhaps most tellingly) the stamp of what looks like a bar code curving around the side where she can't see. Certainly not the signs of something worn for decoration. Definitely more the kind of tag you would put on a slave. On property.
Her blood runs cold, then hot with anger, her free hand curling around a tight fistful of sheets as her expression darkens. This Kaito might not recognize the look on her face, but her Kaito would -- Aoko has seen some terrible things in her years as a raider, and this face is the one she wears when someone is going to answer for something horrible they've done. Who would dare--]
I don't have a proper icon of controlled, seething fury. :|a
Does it have to do with that prison you mentioned?
[Aoko goes dead still. Prison?
Her eyes dart over the collar once again, this time paying more attention to the details -- the way there's no apparently catch or way of unlocking it, how closely it fits to his neck, and (perhaps most tellingly) the stamp of what looks like a bar code curving around the side where she can't see. Certainly not the signs of something worn for decoration. Definitely more the kind of tag you would put on a slave. On property.
Her blood runs cold, then hot with anger, her free hand curling around a tight fistful of sheets as her expression darkens. This Kaito might not recognize the look on her face, but her Kaito would -- Aoko has seen some terrible things in her years as a raider, and this face is the one she wears when someone is going to answer for something horrible they've done. Who would dare--]