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Kaitou Kid opens a doorway and stumbles in without looking. Everything about him appears normal, the hat, the monocle, the suit, the cape, all except his customary poker face. That was missing, which was understandable since he was walking like a drunken cat.

Oh, and there were bloodstains on him. Brown splotches of dried blood were mainly concentrated around his suit's collar. If one looked carefully, there was even some on his neck. Yet strangely, no wound was anywhere in sight.

Kid staggers blindly over to a couch, and it would seem that the sight of the furniture gave him pause. "Did I enter the wrong house...?" His words came out weak. As if he had no strength to continue, he collapsed down into the maroon colored cushions with a groan. The thief didn't even bother to look around to confirm or deny his theory. If there was anyone else in the room, he didn't notice.

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Shinichi was quiet a long moment. Had he imagined or had he seen ... ?

He took Kaito's gloved hand, wrapping it around the glass of water, noting how cool the other seemed. Now that physical evidence of the other's impending demise were showing, it was not as possible to think about the matter calmly. "Ah. And I have your water. Drink."

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Kid wrapped his fingers around the glass pressed into his hand, but his heart was no longer in that drink. He took a sip, he really was very thirsty, but promptly spat the foul tasting liquid back out. No, this was not what he was thirsting for.

Instead, he raised his other gloved hand and pressed it over Kudou's to keep his doppelganger's hand where it was. That hand which held Kid's was warm. Everything about Kudou was warm. The teenage samurai was pulsing with both life and that crimson liquid which pounded so loudly to Kid's suddenly sensitive ears. It was almost deafening in its rhythmic thumping, and it bothered him. A lot.

"Shinichi-kun," Kid purred as he yanked the not-tantei down with an abrupt pull on the hand. "I think I know what I want to drink."