“Hmm… this is actually making me realise I don’t make too many wishes… I guess they’re usually for myself, unless I can think of something specific to wish for someone else. I mean, the times I can think of for making wishes usually happens when other people are as well, so most are already wishing for themselves anyway. Like shrine visits and such.”
Lemon: How differently do you behave when you’re by yourself versus when you’re with others?
“…Well, I definitely don’t cause as much trouble, with no one around. No one to entertain but myself, so I guess I’d come across as a lot calmer than most think me as? Not quite as chaotic.” (And if he’s in private, he does tend to talk to himself. Unless he’s thinking of things that get him down, he doesn’t act too differently than when he’s out in public normally. He’s just more likely to get pensive at times.)
Nettle: Is there anything you do when you feel guilty?
“…Would depend on what I feel guilty about, I think. If it’s something I could fix, then I would try to do that. If I can but am choosing not to for a reason, then I… do still try and keep it down. Like if it’s for a specific person, I’d try and make them happier aside from whatever I feel guilty about, or just in general make things better. If it’s something I can’t fix or help with… I’m not entirely sure.” (He ignores, distracts himself, and still goes making people happy to try and lessen the feeling, though it’d never really go away…)
“Easily? Hmm… I guess? I mean, obviously if I go stand outside for a really long time without any sort of protection, I’m more apt to burn, but overall, short periods of time or with a little sunblock, yeah, I tend to tan. It’s not like I go out of my way to get one or anything, though. And being more active at night, and indoors most of the time during the day really doesn’t help with that.”
Mouth:Do you want to kiss anyone right now?
"I might~ But if you’re wanting a name, I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you~”
“Quite a few… Enough for almost all the different colours of hair and at different lengths. And some person-specific wigs I tend to keep stored separate just in case… So there’s no set number. The number grows and shrinks as needed. I mean, I don’t keep anything that I only intended to use once, like for a person I disguise as for a heist that I never intend to see at another again… And I still need to replace some of the generic ones after I changed them for a specific style… Though, after my last experience with a strawberry blond wig, I think I might avoid using that particular type for now…”
My muse has been missing for several days. Send “Where were you?!?” For mine to suddenly show up at your muse’s doorstep, in rough shape.
Kaito flinched, just barely managing to stop himself from taking a step back, his gaze shamefully, guiltily, darting off to the side and towards the ground. Maybe this had been a bad idea after all. He knew there would be questions – of course there would be – but he’d hoped against hope and prayed that his other self would, at the very least…
…He wasn’t quite sure how to finish that. And, in all honesty, it didn’t really matter at the moment anyway, did it?
Swallowing thickly, he opened his mouth, then closed it again, hesitating, before glancing back up towards the thief again. And the expression that met Kaito only made the guilt and utter selfloathing grow to the point that he felt like he might just throw up.
“Ah, I…”
A thin, weary smile curved at the corners of his lips and a bloody hand selfconsciously tugged the equally bloody and dirty sleeve down his other arm and Kaito chuckled, quietly, tired indigo eyes flickering away once more.
“I went to buy chocolate and got lost on the way home…?”
There was the barest sound of a breath of relief coming from the magician as the thief complied with his request and once more, he found himself relaxing, if only slightly.
Kaito closed his eyes and took another breath. And then his fingers finally started working on the buttons of his shirt. It took him a lot longer than he was willing to admit, the nervousness making his hands frustratingly clumsy, slipping over and awkwardly fumbling with the buttons, but being spared that extra pair of eyes did help, just a little.
His shirt slid from his shoulders and the warm air in the bathroom hitting his back and the scars there, crisscrossing from his shoulders and further down, below the waistline of his pants, made him shiver and he swallowed hard against the sudden lump in his throat. He could do this. He could.
The magician dropped his shirt on the sink, then started working on his pants, his eyes occasionally, uncertainly, flittering towards the thief.
He wasn’t looking.
Shoulders relaxing in another small wave of relief, Kaito made quick work of the pants, stepping out of them and throwing them over his shirt. His socks followed and then he hurriedly grabbed one of the towels and wrapped it around his waist, just high enough to cover the ‘1412’ etched into his hip.
The thief still didn’t turn, even as he heard the magician’s clothes start to be set to the side, though he did pause before continuing with his own work, going a little slower than normal due to the need to be occupying himself with a task at the moment. The shirt slid off his shoulders, placed on top of the jacket, followed by his gloves. Another reason unbuttoning may have taken longer than normal, possibly.
“Is the ‘gentleman’ allowed to turn back yet, magician-san?~”
Kid’s head tilted lightly as he removed his socks before getting started on the pants, with a slight hesitation, since he’s still not quite used to undressing with someone else there, even if that ‘someone’ was himself, to a degree.
My muse has been missing for several days. Send “Where were you?!?” For mine to suddenly show up at your muse’s doorstep, in rough shape.
Kaito flinched, just barely managing to stop himself from taking a step back, his gaze shamefully, guiltily, darting off to the side and towards the ground. Maybe this had been a bad idea after all. He knew there would be questions – of course there would be – but he’d hoped against hope and prayed that his other self would, at the very least…
…He wasn’t quite sure how to finish that. And, in all honesty, it didn’t really matter at the moment anyway, did it?
Swallowing thickly, he opened his mouth, then closed it again, hesitating, before glancing back up towards the thief again. And the expression that met Kaito only made the guilt and utter selfloathing grow to the point that he felt like he might just throw up.
“Ah, I…”
A thin, weary smile curved at the corners of his lips and a bloody hand selfconsciously tugged the equally bloody and dirty sleeve down his other arm and Kaito chuckled, quietly, tired indigo eyes flickering away once more.
“I went to buy chocolate and got lost on the way home…?”
“That so…” A thoughtful noise slipped from his throat as he idly folded the once,twice, before letting it rest beside the rest of his counterpart’s belongings. “Looks like it’s not just me, then.”
And the stalling continued.
Kaito took a small step back, eyes briefly flickering towards the buttons on the thief’s shirt, but despite how similar they were and everything, he knew that he’d been pushing it when he’d removed the other teen’s tie and starting to unbutton his shirt was bound to raise a few questions about his strange behavior.
Which left him with very little else to do but begin to work on his own clothing and oh god, maybe this had been a bad idea, after all.
“Hey, um…” The magician hesitated, fingers hovering uncertainly over the buttons on his own shirt, gaze nervously locked on the floor. “This is gonna sound really stupid, but, uh…could you maybe turn around…?”
Odd, maybe. Stupid… not really. The only reason the request came off as strange at all was because Kaito had been the one saying the thief could go through with his earlier offer. The reaction the other had to a shirt starting to be removed a time before kinda made it clear the magician wasn’t comfortable with it.
Kid simply smiled teasingly and took a small bow.
“Hmm… I guess I can. I am a gentleman, after all~” Sometimes. Unless he didn’t feel like it. But the brunet turned so that he no longer faced his other self, resisting the urge to glance back and instead occupying his eyes on staring at the buttons on the jacket and shirt as he worked to get them undone, getting the former off and setting it to the side without turning his head.
“…The view at night from the top is nice to watch~”
(But really, one of the best places he feels calm…)
(Moreso from the specials than MK 1412, even in 1412 has the comfy chair and a jukebox that plays his dad’s advice. Put those here, and he’d be happiest, because the room in 1412 seems so bare…)
(Kaito~ *glomps the thief, which really is rare for her to do unless she knows someone. But technically she did know Kaito? Kinda… Oh well, whether she’s crazy or not, the teen’s getting hugged*)
Though, while he’s curious as to all of this, he’s not making any plans to ‘call upon’ anyone anytime soon… The other not really answering on if the thief declined didn’t make him feel any better, either.
Kid’s chest heaved, though a grin played across his face as he sharply turned into the corner, sending off a balloon dummy, and pressed against the wall, eyes flitting to the side to watch the police cars pass by a minute later. A soft chuckle sounded in this throat as he moved closer to the edge of the building to watch after them before the thief turned the other way, starting when he noticed someone standing there.
Kid quickly took a step back, easy smile coming to his face as he tipped his hat to the other. And as he let if fall, he realised that… he recognised this person.
…Enzio?
A brief moment passed before he also noticed the glare.
“Ah… Apologies for disturbing you. I won’t be staying for too long.”
Hair: How many wigs do you own?
Skin: Do you tan easily?
Eyes: What is your favorite show to watch?
Nose: What is your favorite perfume/candle fragrance?
Mouth: Do you want to kiss anyone right now?
Tongue: What was in your last meal?
Windpipe: Do you sing?
Neck: Do you wear necklaces?
Ears: How many times have you heard something you wish you never had?
Cheeks: Do you blush easily?
Wrists: Do you/ have you self-harmed?
Hands: Are you an artist/writer?
Fingers: Do you play an instrument?
Heart: Are you in love? If so, does the one you love know?
Lungs: Do you smoke cigarettes?
Breasts/chest: Are your maternal/parental instincts strong?
Stomach: Do you feel confident in your body image?
Back: Are you a virgin?
Hips: Do you like to dance?
Vagina/Penis: Have you been judged because of your gender?
Ass: Have you ever been sexually assaulted? If so, have you recovered and what is your advice for others in the same situation?
Thighs: Has anyone ever called you fat or ugly?
Knees: Have you ever cheated on someone?
Ankles: Have you ever been arrested?
Feet: Do you ever wear heels just for the Hell of it?
Toes: Do you like country music?
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