"Absinthe. Kudo Shinichi. The man who broke your arm oh so many years ago now for me."
A grim, nasty smile, covering over any hurt he might be feeling, any compassion at all for Kaito's situation. His voice was a dark, insidious purr as he leant closer again, probably far to intimately for the thief's liking.
"The man who makes you scream his name at night because you want more."
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A grim, nasty smile, covering over any hurt he might be feeling, any compassion at all for Kaito's situation. His voice was a dark, insidious purr as he leant closer again, probably far to intimately for the thief's liking.
"The man who makes you scream his name at night because you want more."