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Send a symbol and my muse will show up in your’s house at 3AM…

≛ – wrapped up like a gift

He hadn’t seen the person who had tied him up with ribbons, but he did recognise the house they’d managed to take him to.

This is very, very bad…

The thief was left at the front door, and the figure hurrying away after ringing the bell and putting a bow on his hat. He tried to see if he could get the ribbon off, or at least move away, as he saw the light turn on inside the house.

Unfortunately, he had only just managed to sit up when the door was opened.

Kid closed his eyes as the light blinded him, cautiously re-opening one of them as soon as he was able. He almost let out a sigh of relief to see Aoko, rather than her father, but he remembered that being Kid in front of her wasn’t much better.

“Ah… Good evening, ojou-san. Or, maybe it should be morning by now…” he began, nervously, “I apologise for interrupting your sleep, but it appears that someone was adamant in playing some sort of prank…”

Kid smiled at her, much more cheerfully and confident than he felt. She probably wouldn’t help, but it wouldn’t hurt to ask anyway…

“I don’t suppose you could give me a hand?”