Send Σ(O_O；) for my characters reaction to having their clothes unbuttoned/unzipped by yours.
Was this a new kind of game?
Or revenge for the, ah, attention he’d given his double’s neck earlier?
A new way for the thief to try to make him flustered?
…All of the above?
Kaito wasn’t sure and the dexterious way in which his other self’s fingers undid each button of his shirt was proving much too distracting, making his mind unable to do much more than give a silent choked sound and promptly shut down in confused embarrassment.
Cheeks flushing, it took the magician much longer than he was wiling to admit to snap out of the rather hypnotic trance his parallel self’s hands had put him in. He swallowed thickly, then reached out to, rather clumsily, press a hand against the thief’s own to hold them still.
…It was only a moment later that he realized that pressing the other’s hands against his own chest was a very bad idea.
“Y-you, ah…” Kaito cleared his throat, trying very hard to ignore the warmth held against his torso while still being too stubborn to let the thief’s hands go, lest he start trying to unbutton the rest of his shirt. “If you wanted me out of my clothes that badly, the least you could do was ask, robot-san.”
“No.”
The reply was instantaneous and Kaito shook his head, tugging the Zorua plushie closer to his chest – it was most likely a good thing that it wasn’t a living creature or else it would’ve probably been suffocating right about now.
Of course he wouldn’t call the thief pathetic.If he really did break down and cry, then surely there would’ve been a reason for it. It wouldn’t be pathetic no matter what it would’ve been. He wouldn’t be pathetic.
‘But you are pathetic. Pathetic, foolish and naive.’
The familiar words echoing through his mind, bringing with them flashes of screams, begging, humiliation and pain made the magician’s breath hitch and he pressed his face into the plushie’s fur again. For a moment, it felt like the scars on his back were burning.
“…If you…if you got c-caught, if you got— if you couldn’t get to any of your t-tricks and your Poker Face didn’t work, if you were told— …Wh-what would you do?”
The teen tilted his head when his double started asking the question. Then his eyes narrowed as it went on. And it took a few moments before he looked away from the other to look up, staring into space before he closed his eyes.
It wasn’t as though he hadn’t thought about it, actually. High risk of death from people like Snake, Hakuba being able to find him so easily and be so sure of his identity, and Nightmare looking into possible weaknesses of Kid in particular, without even guessing who might be behind the monocle. Combined with how lax he realised he’d become with dangers not tied directly to his job. Kidnapped by a robot maker. Held at gunpoint as himself when he’d been trying to get Jii’s cue back… He knew. He wasn’t always prepared. And when things get to the point when he couldn’t recover ground, if all those ever combined to put him in a position he could never escape from… If nothing worked and anything he tried would be useless…
He sat in silence for a good amount of time, going over various situations, how he might respond, what he might try, and what would happen if he couldn’t think of anything new, when he had to give up, how it might affect him. The thief wished he could say he could get past it, but…
“It… would depend on exactly what was happening… but I’d break, more than likely.”
Words finally broke his silence, though he kept his eyes closed. He thought he knew himself well enough… And having all those experiences help to bring ideas. The last ways of escaping in the end would be breaking down, going insane… or death.
“…But I’d hope. Even if I couldn’t get out… I’d try to imagine what would happen if I did. The worst that would possibly happen… well, if it did…”
He shook his head before looking back down, opening his eyes again, dark for a moment before he blinked and turned back to his counterpart, the look disappearing as he did. Best not to consider things like that for too long, or his imagination… Provided a lot he didn’t want to think about.
“Ah… nevermind. But the thing about breaking…” Small smile. “…There’s always a possibility of repair, right? If given the chance.”
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