What sort of angst threads does the mun want to rp?

“,,,And just why do you want to know that?”

“…”

*sighs*

“Really, she doesn’t focus too much on angst, luckily for me. Well, she barely plans anything at all, so that’s not too surprising. So any angst that does happen just sorta comes out of nowhere… Mostly because I end up thinking to much about things… If she were to consider an angst thread beforehand, it…”

“…Really… It’d probably end up involving Pandora at some point… just… Kid in general, actually. That’s a large part of why she’d love for me to confess everything about Kid to someone…”

“…Because it’ll probably end up…”

Aaaand he’s closed up. Not gonna speak another word.

What does the mun wish they could do a scene about? Like ultimate “best rp ever” level wishlist scene?

“Hmm…. Not sure, honestly. In general, she’d like me to give an actual full confession to someone (with a lot of comfort, cuddling, and possible scolding at him trying to do so much on his own, I might add), but that honestly might happen too many times for it to be the ultimate. Depending on what happens with everyone.”

“But if we go more wishlist type for a scene, I know there’s something she really wants to try…. She just won’t tell me what it is…. So I’m not entirely sure it would go under the "best rp ever” making scene…“

Fingers Through Your Hair~ (Kai. Stop taking advantage of apparently being able to cross dimensions.)

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Send me “Fingers Through Your Hair” for my muse’s reaction to opening their eyes and finding their head layed back in your muse’s lap, while your muse strokes their hair.

Kaito had no idea when he fell asleep or even how much time had passed – he blamed the too many late nights he’d had lately for that – when the soothing sensation of someone running their fingers through his hair made him start to stir. He shifted, slightly, letting out a quiet breath as he slowly forced his eyes open, blinking blearily, before a familiar flash of white caught his attention.

…Right. 

His gaze flickered upwards, but he already knew what he’d see. The white suit, red tie, monocle and top hat along with that oh so familiar grin had his lips tugging upwards ever so slightly and he breathed out a quiet laugh.

Of course. 

“…You know,” Kaito began with a small smile and a content sigh, eyes closing once more. He was in no hurry whatsoever to move and it— well, it felt nice. “You’re pretty comfortable for a robot.”

Take advantage of the fact his counterpart had fallen asleep to get close again? Why ever would anyone think that?

Though really, he was beginning to think he wouldn’t have to catch the other with his guard lowered to be allowed near, now. Especially if the magician’s reaction to waking up and seeing the thief messing with his hair was just a nice, even with the usual teasing thrown in, comment and a smile. Just better to be safe than sorry.

“I should hope so, considering I’m another you…”

Kid continued smiling and combing through the other’s hair, though it wasn’t exactly doing much beyond feeling nice, since the wild locks refused to stay down. Not that he’d been trying, knowing his own hair well enough to know it’d be futile with just fingers.

His other self seemed to have gotten used to the affection, but that didn’t stop the thief from continuing to test for reactions as he bent over to give an eskimo kiss for a change.

“And you’re quite comfortable yourself, magician-san.~”

OPINIONS ON WHO YOUR MUN SHIPS YOU WITH?

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“….I don’t think you even realise how many people she does ship me with, considering a few are just general ships, not having to do with this blog specifically, so you’re not getting an opinion on every one of them. She knows I’m not going to just immediately want to get into relationships with random people, though, so as long as I actually have a reason to like someone, I don’t really mind them….”

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"…Though, funnily enough… my favourite ship she has me in right now isn’t her favourite pairing. Not that she doesn’t like the pairing, but I just find that a bit interesting.”

KAITO! What’s one of your mun’s guilty pleasures?

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“Hmm…. honestly, she’s rather boring in that regard. Doesn’t really feel guilty about all that much. At one point, that would have been being a fan of yaoi for her favourite characters, but obviously by now, she’s over it…. So I don’t think she has one, currently.…”

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"…Wait. Possibly eating a whole package of mint chocolate cookies. Or chocolate in general. Not so much guilt in eating them, but she really doesn’t like that she has almost no restraint if she has access to sweets. Which is silly, because what she should feel more guilty about is the fact that she knows I can’t eat them myself…”

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Shinichi hadn’t even stirred as KID rolled over and curled up to him, though he seemed to relax just a little. He was a heavy sleeper when comfortable, unless he was having nightmares, and he trusted KID so there was no reason to not be able to sleep through movements on the bed. 

Though when the blanket was laid over him he shifted enough to snuggle under it’s warmth, leaning in to the thief’s touch as a soft smile settled on his face. He frowned some as KID pulled away and climbed from the bed. He couldn’t help but to roll over to where his magician had been and curled up in his warmth. 

It wasn’t much longer before he actually found himself waking up, a bit earlier then his usual time, staring at the closed door. Sitting up and stretching, he seemed to have forgotten that the thief had actually been there in his not fully awakeness yet and moved to slide from the bed.

He definitely needed some coffee, though he couldn’t help but feel like something was missing or off. Well he’d figure it out once his brain was functioning like it should. A half asleep zombie of a detective made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen.

One of these days (or nights, more likely), he was going to have to thoroughly explore the Kudo house and learn where everything was. He probably should have already, but he was normally more focused on coming to see the detective than he was on learning what was in said detective’s kitchen.

Which, for the record, wasn’t much.

Made it easier to find what he was looking for, but Kid wasn’t really all that happy knowing that coffee was practically the only thing to find. Not that he was really one to talk, not having the best variety of food sitting in his own home, but at least he had more than just a few meal options… if what little he found in the other’s cupboards and fridge could even be made into a meal.

…No, he has to live off of more than just bread and coffee… Wait, how often does he eat anyway?

Yeah, most of his own concerns about last night and secrets had been pushed aside upon seeing what little Shinichi seemed to live off of. True, he could see the other not actually making much himself, but- at least keep a decent stock of food for when take-out isn’t an option, tantei-kun…

In the end, he just shook his head and started preparing the coffee because he was not going to go into a lecture on bad habits with a detective, especially considering it would probably lose at least a bit of meaning coming from someone who has restless fingers that liked to play with others a bit too much and jumps off high buildings from time to time.

The thief almost didn’t notice Shinichi coming in, somewhat busy with leaning against the counter, eyes closed and hand spread across his face as he sighed and tried ignoring the headache that was now wanting to make itself known. However, he did open his eyes when he picked up a sound not related to the brown liquid brewing off to the side and froze for a second, still not quite settled down from the previous worries.

He recovered quickly though, lowering his arm and smiling at the sleepy detective.

“Good morning, tantei-kun.~”

Morning after this.

Warm.

The thief shifted, turning to the source of the heat he had felt on his back and curling up closer to it. After a few drowsy minutes, he slowly became aware that, nice though it felt, it wasn’t exactly normal to have something warm next to him when he slept. Eyelids carefully cracked open and it took all of half a second for them to completely widen when he saw the familiar cowlick. Confusion, then a small bit of fear flashed across his face as the memories of the previous night came flooding back and he quickly sat up, blanket sliding down as he did. A quick glance to the right told him that his monocle had remained on, though he hadn’t been at all worried about it really. His hat… there, still where Shinichi had put it. And he could see his shoes on the floor nearby.

Quick assessment over and all things accounted for, he looked back down at the other, face neutral as he contemplated what to do. His first instinct was to flee, honestly. As much as he’d been trying to hide anything related to Kid from… well, everyone, even just saying that the first had been murdered was sure to set off detective’s curiosity…. And he didn’t think he’d be willing to answer any more questions.

Or… actually… it was probably more truthful to say he was scared.

Afraid that he would say more. That the flood of secrets he’d been keeping in for so long would break out and he’d tell everything. The small truth that he’d gotten out last night, though it had hurt to say itself, had also made him feel so relieved. Telling Shinichi just a small part of the weight he carried with him made Kid feel like it was lighter, made it hurt a bit less. If he said anything more, he was worried the feeling would take over and he wouldn’t be able to stop.

…No wonder some people like confessionals…

He looked down at the blanket, eyes softening, though the rest of his face didn’t change, and carefully transferred it on top of the detective, hesitating before trailing his fingers down the side of the other’s face. They lingered for a moment, then he sighed and pulled away, reaching over to take his hat by the brim and place it back over his mess of hair before sliding off the bed, ignoring the shoes as he left the room.

Might as well see if I can at least find coffee or something for when he wakes up…