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Not quite as cocky as it usually was, but still a confident, small smile on his face as he approached, slowly reaching out to gently place a hand on her arm, lightly rubbing with his thumb. Then, he continued getting closer until he could shift his position to lean against her from the side, sliding the arm around her shoulder and pulling her in a bit, moving his hand up and down the upper arm slightly in a slow, even rhythm.

“Et tu, ojou-san?”

…Well, not like it’s much. First sock.

Send me a “♡” if you want to ship our muses or would ship them.

(*approves* He’s already gotten somewhat more comfortable around her. At the very least, he’s not always thinking she’ll kick him in the face… We definitely need to get them interacting more, so he’ll lose some more of that hesitancy~)

daughterofthesleuth:

moonlightmajutsushi:

Kid tensed for a moment before allowing himself to relax. He hadn’t really expected the sudden trapping, but he wasn’t really too worried by it either. If this were about catching him because of his job, she could have done something else.

A moment passed and the thief looked down at her with a soft smile.

“…And why would you think I would want to escape, ojou-san?”

He was right, she really wasn’t one to act so suddenly, unless it involved putting her foot through someone’s face and in retrospect, it seemed more like a good idea at the time to trap the thief and less of a practical one now that she actually had him there. Still, he’d left her with a stolen gem before and got away. It had taken her several hours to realize he’d slipped it into her pocket, but she knew the culprit could only be him. Per his usual, he was probably doing his job of returning it, given that it was not what he had been seeking or because it was more of the thrill of the thievery that excited him than actually having the stolen item in his possession. Whatever his reasoning, he had returned it to her. 

This time, she wasn’t even sure he’d pulled a heist. “N..no, I g…guess it really isn’t, is it?” She fumbled over her own words. “What do you suppose we should do about this?” There was more confidence that time, but she was treading into uncharted waters, never knowing what the thief might pull next. 

Kid waited a moment before grinning and leaning forward slightly, hands sliding into his pockets. He really didn’t mind staying, but her uncertainty made him want to tease her some.

“…You really didn’t have anything in mind when you moved to trap me? I may have said I hadn’t planned on escaping…. but I’m sure you could guess a thief wouldn’t really want to be confined for too long either. So why not do something to hold his attention before he decides to free himself?~”

daughterofthesleuth:

moonlightmajutsushi:

Kid tensed for a moment before allowing himself to relax. He hadn’t really expected the sudden trapping, but he wasn’t really too worried by it either. If this were about catching him because of his job, she could have done something else.

A moment passed and the thief looked down at her with a soft smile.

“…And why would you think I would want to escape, ojou-san?”

She couldn’t argue with his plain and simple logic, however she couldn’t explain her reasoning on such terms. It was mostly due to the fact that she wasn’t even exactly too sure as to why she felt compelled to trap him in the first place. Of course, now that she had him, she felt even less compelled to move, sure that he would remove himself from her grasp soon enough anyway despite his determination to tell her otherwise. But, as the moment stood, they both seemed to have reached an in-pass. 

Her mind sought a reason to at least give him something to mull over while she worked the real one out in her mind. The only thing she came up with was, “I felt like it.” It wasn’t far from the truth, yet the driving force behind her desire to do it was something altogether different, her nerves failing her now that she had him. 

“Hmm… Is that so? How surprising. It’s not quite like you to act on impulses, from what I’ve seen…”

Not that he had seen much of her outside of heists, though. For all he knew, maybe it wasn’t odd. But at the very least, she’d never done something like it during his job…