ask if they regretted something or wanted to do something else, ask what they were thinking when they did something, ask what they think of another canon character. ask.
Hakuba frowned and pulled his hand back at the hiss. He didn’t know why KID was acting like this, like he’d hurt him. It made his heart sink into his stomach and he wanted nothing more then to hold him, to be told what was going on and why he was so nervous; why he didn’t want Hakuba near him. There was also the pain of rejection; maybe KID didn’t love him anymore, maybe he just wanted nothing to do with him; maybe this was their break up.
With a hi-
A hiss?
Hakuba tilted his head in thought for a moment before his eyes went wide and he wanted to smack himself. This time he wasn’t slow, he walked towards him with purpose and if KID backed up he would break into a run until he could grasp his shirt and hold him still. He looked up at him, could see now that it was fear in his eyes, fear of him finding out; but he already knew.
Hakuba reached up with his free hand, holding onto KID tightly as he gripped the rim of the hat and tossed it to the side, revealing what he had thought; cat ears. He frowned, wondering why he’d want to hide this from him, and thought back on the other times he’d had ears, they had been pleasurable right? Well, they had been, until Hakuba had taken off and then broken down.
That explained that.
“I’m not running this time.” and he pulled him down into a kiss.
Well, Hakuba must have had to dash, because the thief definitely started to retreat when he saw the other coming towards him, a feeling of panic come up, unbidden, when his detective grabbed his shirt. Somewhere in his mind, he knew the ears didn’t mean something bad would happen. That the problems that had occurred were caused because Hakuba had still been fighting with himself, not because of being a neko.
…It didn’t stop him from starting to shake slightly, especially when the hat was taken away, allowing the ears a brief moment of relief at no longer being confined before they fell back. He wanted to hug his detective. Make him not worry. But he was the one afraid. Scared that something else would happen. Heck, the first time he’d had the ears, he hadn’t even been able to think entirely clearly until after Hakuba had already left. Hadn’t been able to stop things before they went to far, nor really control the situation at-
Kid barely managed to even catch what the other had said before his detective kissed him, hands raising some before they stopped, unsure of whether he wanted to push him away and run, or pull him closer and not let go. It killed most of his thoughts, but both wants still remained. Hold his detective, return the kiss, show how much he appreciated the other wanting to surprise him by coming… But at the same time, pull back, fly away, don’t let something bad happen while you’re aware enough to avoid it. Even if Hakuba said that he wouldn’t leave him again… and if that situation did ever happen again, he knew the other wouldn’t. But…
And for once, it seemed the thief was the one that had broken, arms frozen partway in the air and even the tail had stopped moving around its confinement. However, he was also still trembling a bit because he was the one with two opposite feelings fighting each other. And for silly reasons at that…
Mun: Okay, we have a few drafts to do. We have one where you’re in a fight, one where you’re relaxing with a friend, and one where you’re meeting someone completely new. Now, which one do you want to work on first?
Muse: *points at another character on the dash* I want that one.
Mun: No. That wasn’t even one of the options. We need to work on your drafts first.
Muse: I want that one.
(And for today’s episode, we get… Kid in pain!
Many times. This pleases me. Now if we could just get the robot nearly killing him…)
Reblog if you don’t mind having multiple different rps with the same mun and muse
(My bit of cosplaying I did tonight, though most were on the camera (which I have no idea where the cord is for, so those will have to come later…). One of these days, I will get a more quality costume. One day…)
He watched out over the city for a while longer before sighing. It would be nice if he could stay like this for a longer period of time. Maybe have some of those detectives try and figure out some of his miracles… But, alas, the moon was high and the day was almost over.
“Four, three, two… one. And with that, my job here is done…”
And with that, the white figure lifted his hat from his head and tossed it out into the open air, wig falling back in the wind, leaving only the mask on the thief’s face. Which a gloved hand slowly reached up to remove, looking at it for a moment before closing his eyes.
When they next opened, the brows soon furrowed in slight confusion. Kaito glanced down at the ground, eyes widening in surprise before he turned his gaze back to the mask. He could remember what had happened… but… for the most part, he really hadn’t been in control…. And just how had that happened in the first place?
…I think I’ll put this somewhere safe, and never touch it again… Possibly…
…What? Life’s no fun without a good scare, right?
This blog will be accepting trick or treaters for the entire weekend of Halloween!
{Halloween just so happens to fall on a Friday this year, which leaves all of Saturday and Sunday free, so why not extend the celebration?
This blog will accept any trick or treaters from Friday- Sunday (Oct 31 – Nov 2nd)}
Children were mostly back in their homes by now, an the people still out were mostly just teens and adults. Might have been a bit late to do this, but it shouldn’t change much. Just so long as it was still Halloween, the impression it’ll leave on people for the holiday should be just as great.
The masked man was high up yet again. Of course he would be. Both he and the thief liked high places, and the view was always better either way. And it was that view he wanted.
This would be much less enjoyable to watch from the ground below, after all.
So as he stood on skyscraper, looking over the still dark city, a whistle made it’s way past the mask, bringing up a veritable flock of doves, which was oh, so convenient. Made up somewhat for the lack of human assistants.
“Ladies and gentleman, I do hope you’ll enjoy the show~”
A flick of the hand and they scattered, heaing to various parts of the city. It had taken quite some time to set up, but at least he’d be able to enjoy the show relatively soon…
Ah, there it goes~
Below, dark figures could be seen floating out if the alley ways and into the streets. Most of them above the heads of those walking, but a few low enough that one could mistake them for touching the ground. They were coming from many different directions and people were soon beggining to notice, many staring in shock, a few screaming and running into the nearest open door.
Such superstitious people~
It had been one thing that was in his knowledge that had seemed interesting to try. Especially on a night when monsters were supposed to be out and about. Another wave of the hand, a snap, and the city had some light once again… though it was only reds and blues, helping to cast dark shadows over th shapes and give an eerie glow to the procession.
And really, with all the various forms with horns and feathers, wings and scales, large and small waving about and inching along the path, making many move out from their path, it was like watching a group of ants get out of the way a trail of dark water.
A grin rose up behind the mask.
It had certainly been worth the effort to bring the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons to life, while he was in Japan…
He may have released the animals from various pet stores and some from a zoo… So if there’s talk of a tiger running around, it’s not a costume. It’s what happens when he gets bored. At least they’d managed to put out that fire in one of the stores he’d looked in and suddenly decided he wanted to practice breathing flame…
But minor chaos happenings aside, he’s a bit tired. And he’s just going to rest for a moment in the park. In a tree. Well, certainly much easier than a hotel, he’ll admit, but not quite as private… Oh well. He wouldn’t be here too long anyway.
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