“…Are you somehow suggesting a Kaitou harem wouldn’t be fun?”
Tag: rainydayprodigy
♗ (( hope ya don’t mind > o> ))
♗:Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap.
When he realised the blond had nodded off, he couldn’t help but smile. The thief continued running his fingers through the other’s hair and shifted to get a bit more comfortable. It really was calming. Both his visits with the scientist and this place in general. After the initial meeting with him as Kid, the thief had wondered if he’d be willing to allow him in again when in a more stable emotional state, but it seemed like he needn’t have worried. The other had only been friendly and trusting, and it was always welcome. Especially considering how stressful his job could be, even if he never let it show.
Kid leaned over as well he could without disturbing the one in his lap and placed a small kiss on his cheek, closing his own eyes as he sat back up and just listened to the other’s slow breathing, absently curling some hair around a finger before smoothing it out again.
“What’s the chemical formula for sea water?” Snickering. “If you don’t get it then… umm… you have to… cuddle me?” (( it’s a riddle not a science problem i swear ))
“…Phonetically, sea would just be C, so… C H2O?”
Though, he really didn’t think he needed to be commanded to give cuddles, whether he was right or wrong…
“Wake up!”
rainydayprodigy-deactivated2014:
There was so much blood.
He had to get up, had to warn someone— his numb fingertips twitching as he tried to move, kicking and screaming against the invisible force holding him down. He was going to die he was going to die he was going to—
“Wake up!”
The scientist’s eyes— brimming with tears and fear— jerked open suddenly at the voice, frantically scanning the room before coming to focus on the face before him, his grey eyes widening even further in surprise.
Right. He’d left the window open. Anyone within a mile would hear him screaming bloody murder and go to check.
But this was the second floor.
“…How …Who are you?”
The boy cloaked in white seemed strangely familiar, though he’d never pin it to the one he met a few weeks ago in a million years.
Basil tried to sit up, stopped by hands firmly holding him down, and the position that should have been apparent earlier suddenly cleared his sleep fogged mind.
While his face turned every shade of red the scientist released his own hands— he’d drawn blood— from the other’s wrists, a palm wiping tears off his blushing face, turning his head to the side to avoid eye contact.
“…S-sorry.”
There was only a second of hesitation before Basil let go of the cape and opted for wrapping his arms around the other tightly, pressing into the crook of his neck.
“I wish I was… n’t…”
Ignore the damp warmth on your shoulder.
“W-wasn’t sick—”
He isn’t crying.
Another gasping sob he tried to hold back slips his lips, and the blond’s fingertips dig into the fitted clothing. The tiny scientist tried to focus on everything around him— one hand around him and another in his hair, the steady breathing of the thief.
But as comforting as it was, it couldn’t cure everything. And so he said it— he finally said it.
“...Why me?”
He glanced over at the blond as the arms came around him, smiling softly when he nestled against the thief’s neck. It didn’t fade as the other choked out his insecurities, though some concern flickered through his eyes and he pulled in some more. Kid didn’t know what sickness the other was referring to… but it must be serious to cause someone to fear for their life.
He was silent for a few moments before responding.
“…I’m afraid I don’t know the answer to that. Sometimes, problems are just sent to try people without reason….”
The thief tilted his head onto the side, resting it on the scientist’s own, the charm on the monocle falling onto the other’s shoulder.
“Or sometimes a trial isn’t meant for the one enduring it, but for others to be tested in how they respond to seeing another struggle.”
“Wake up!”
rainydayprodigy-deactivated2014:
There was so much blood.
He had to get up, had to warn someone— his numb fingertips twitching as he tried to move, kicking and screaming against the invisible force holding him down. He was going to die he was going to die he was going to—
“Wake up!”
The scientist’s eyes— brimming with tears and fear— jerked open suddenly at the voice, frantically scanning the room before coming to focus on the face before him, his grey eyes widening even further in surprise.
Right. He’d left the window open. Anyone within a mile would hear him screaming bloody murder and go to check.
But this was the second floor.
“…How …Who are you?”
The boy cloaked in white seemed strangely familiar, though he’d never pin it to the one he met a few weeks ago in a million years.
Basil tried to sit up, stopped by hands firmly holding him down, and the position that should have been apparent earlier suddenly cleared his sleep fogged mind.
While his face turned every shade of red the scientist released his own hands— he’d drawn blood— from the other’s wrists, a palm wiping tears off his blushing face, turning his head to the side to avoid eye contact.
“…S-sorry.”
Silver eyes peered up at the phantom, blinking a few times in surprise that the stranger really did care more than he let on.Basil murmured some kind of thanks, a smile twitching on his face while the brunet bent down, finally turning his head up at the touch of silky gloved hands.
Familiar…?
But that thought was stolen when the point of weakness inside him swelled and he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against the thief’s shoulder. The scientist nuzzled closer and tightened his grip on the cape, the other’s touch relaxing him enough to speak.
“I thought I was gonna die…”
The thief tensed slightly when the other leaned against him, hand still resting on his head. That… hadn’t really been expected either.
Jeeze… You really shouldn’t trust some random person who came into your house…
He laughed silently some, amused despite himself. It wasn’t as if he minded. But most people didn’t exactly like unexpected visitors popping in through the window….
Kid paused at the blond’s next words, though, frowning slightly. That would certainly explain the violent episode… And possibly why he wanted to be so close to someone right now. To reinforce that he’s still alive…
After another moment passed, he wrapped his free hand around the other, pulling him in a bit more.
“…I guess we should make sure that thought is chased away, then. Because I don’t plan on allowing anything like that to happen, so it might want to find someone else to bother.”
(( I can’t resist cause of a joke but… Hatoful Boyfriend if you know it ))
(Heard of it, and the idea is amusing enough to make an attempt… Just don’t expect much in relation to what actually happens in the game aside from the first minute or so.)
“No voice acting? How very disappointing…”
"I could provide my own, if you’re that concerned about it.~”
“…No.”
“Why is a game about dating pigeons even something that really exists? …Wait, did it just say we aren’t even a bird ourselves?”
“…Well…. that’s awkward.”
“…And it does seem that people will be birds. Looks like that’s your friend… Okaaay…”
"Oh, looks like they have human models? …Not half bad.”
“You know… considering he is a bird, I wonder how any sort of relationship would work at all. Especially considering lifespans…”
“…That’s really the only thing you’re wondering about?”
“Well, I’m starting to wonder about which route I should take…. Do I try playing straight and go after who I think I’d like best… Or go the easier best friend route and see all the others before going after any the next time….”
"…Wait, you’re seriously strategising how to date a pigeon? And play it again? I knew you were crazy, but…”
“I don’t see why I shouldn’t try, if I’m already playing it… Oh, wow. They even have the random transfer student character.”
“Well, we know how much you like them…. He seems fairly stuck up too. Wonder if he’s reminding you of someone….”
“…No. No he is not.”
(Much, much later after some playthroughs)
“Wait…. meat cleaver!? I knew this one was a bad idea…”
(After going through all paths)
“Finally…”
“…You know, no one ever said you had to do them all.”
“Well, I wanted to, okay?”
“Well, you seemed to like that quite a bit. Should we start wondering about you suddenly flirting with your doves?”
“…”
(( pROFESSOR LAYTON!!!!!!!!!!! password puzzle in unwound future right? ))
“Correct! The mun really liked the game, and ‘accidentally’ learned to password that leads to her… 5th favourite character.”
“Wake up!”
rainydayprodigy-deactivated2014:
There was so much blood.
He had to get up, had to warn someone— his numb fingertips twitching as he tried to move, kicking and screaming against the invisible force holding him down. He was going to die he was going to die he was going to—
“Wake up!”
The scientist’s eyes— brimming with tears and fear— jerked open suddenly at the voice, frantically scanning the room before coming to focus on the face before him, his grey eyes widening even further in surprise.
Right. He’d left the window open. Anyone within a mile would hear him screaming bloody murder and go to check.
But this was the second floor.
“…How …Who are you?”
The boy cloaked in white seemed strangely familiar, though he’d never pin it to the one he met a few weeks ago in a million years.
Basil tried to sit up, stopped by hands firmly holding him down, and the position that should have been apparent earlier suddenly cleared his sleep fogged mind.
While his face turned every shade of red the scientist released his own hands— he’d drawn blood— from the other’s wrists, a palm wiping tears off his blushing face, turning his head to the side to avoid eye contact.
“…S-sorry.”
“No wait—!”
The words slipped out before he had a chance to reason as he clumsily grasped a handful of the silky white cape. If anything he’d managed to catch the end of the sentence in his throat, trembling hand still attached to the other.
Tightly closed eyes opened again to dizzily face the ground, too late to cover up the sudden outburst of evidently true emotions.
‘I’m scared.’
He was slightly taken aback when his cape was grabbed, not having really expected the sudden action from one who’d just returned to his senses. Eyes narrowed when he saw the trembling, though, flicking back and forth between the blond’s down-turned head and the fingers attached to the silk. After a moment, he knelt down in front of the other, making sure the cape wouldn’t be pulled away, and ruffled the other’s hair some.
“…Well… I suppose I could stay for a little while more…”
“Wake up!”
rainydayprodigy-deactivated2014:
There was so much blood.
He had to get up, had to warn someone— his numb fingertips twitching as he tried to move, kicking and screaming against the invisible force holding him down. He was going to die he was going to die he was going to—
“Wake up!”
The scientist’s eyes— brimming with tears and fear— jerked open suddenly at the voice, frantically scanning the room before coming to focus on the face before him, his grey eyes widening even further in surprise.
Right. He’d left the window open. Anyone within a mile would hear him screaming bloody murder and go to check.
But this was the second floor.
“…How …Who are you?”
The boy cloaked in white seemed strangely familiar, though he’d never pin it to the one he met a few weeks ago in a million years.
Basil tried to sit up, stopped by hands firmly holding him down, and the position that should have been apparent earlier suddenly cleared his sleep fogged mind.
While his face turned every shade of red the scientist released his own hands— he’d drawn blood— from the other’s wrists, a palm wiping tears off his blushing face, turning his head to the side to avoid eye contact.
“…S-sorry.”
“…Phantom?”
He flicked his eyes back at the white cloaked teen on top of him, eyes widening slightly. That would explain his strange attire but…
Did they mean phantom… a-as in a… g-g-ghost!? Wait, ghosts don’t bleed. And this person was clearly tangible if the weight pinning him down proved anything.
Basil was silent for a minute, just listening to the other’s breathing— far more composed than his own— and in combination with the smile and gentle voice he grew calmer. His heartrate lowered and despite the still fading tinge of his cheeks the blond made eye contact with the other, a corner of his lips twitching slightly up.
“Thank you. Really.”
Those nails that dug into the phantom’s skin would’ve bit his own. They could have very well been his arms, and his blood. And he would have ended up in the hospital.
He bit his lip, glancing at the injuries he’d caused.
“I can bandage them if you want… it’s the least I can do.”
Kid nodded at the thanks, finally backing off of the other to stand a take a step back. The other teen seemed like he’d calmed down quite a bit, so it really wasn’t necessary anymore. He still didn’t move to leave, though he did look a bit worried at the offer for attending to his wrists. On the one hand, the thief really shouldn’t stay for too much longer… But he also wanted to be absolutely sure the blond was completely past whatever had been affecting him. However, the concern was appreciated.
“Ah… Really, it’s not that bad…. I wouldn’t want to intrude for any longer than I have already…”
(( Kaito is adorable I am going to end up shipping it omg help ))
(*lets all the ships sail* o/ Though, he really does usually end up liking most of the people he meets. He just needs to hang out with them more.)
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