The magician woke up very slowly. Not too much of a surprise, he’d just done a heist the night before, though the sleep daze was enough to make him wonder if he was still dreaming. Took him a while to become aware enough to fill out the checklist of: Not my room, not my clothes (what he had of them), and a bigger wake up call of ‘very likely not my body’.
Oh kami…
Soon after the realisation set in, a flash of orange to the side of his vision made him turn his head, wondering if something else was in the room, though forgot how to breath for a moment when he saw what is was. More out of having no idea what was going on on top of more of the same than actual fear of the whisp moving like electricity beside him. And nothing happened with it, the hings was just… there, and even slowed and faded as he got used to it and calmed down a bit.
…Freaky, but okay… Just… going to try and figure out what’s going on now… …If the chain on the door and the layout meant anything, this was more likely a hotel. Nice start. He can figure out where after he gets some clothes and figures out where things like the room key could be… Wait.
Okay, quick check, and the door didn’t seem to be locked from the outside in any way. Not trapped here, then…
He’s honestly a bit more hesitant to see how he looks. Shouldn’t be too jarring, many disguises as he’s worn, he could use that mentality, but this one isn’t a mask… Well, he’ll have to know eventually. Kinda in coping shock anyway, focusing on things to do than anything else. Might as well get a shirt first then…
…Solid colour long sleeves should work, picking out the blue one, but… The suits in the closet seem uncomfortably familiar… But that…
Ohgodohgodohgod, okay now he’s more in normal shock. And trying to breath. Focus, count them out… Why the hell was he in Spider’s body!!??
Kaito stared, transfixed on his reflection, half wanting to turn away, half just so curious as to how he looked. Because the white skin the illusionist had during his show wasn’t there. And there seemed to be something over his eye. Which, after a long pause and then a slow closing of that eye, was shown to be a purple spider tattoo… Was this what the assassin really looked like?
…Wait, couldn’t get distracted by that, welcome though the pull away from panic had been… The better question was… Did this mean Spider was in his body?
…He needed to go home. …As soon as he figured out where he was, anyway.
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