His words said one thing; his body, another. Guess which one was generally more reliable, and which one he was going to go with? “Oh, no, you’re definitely clocking out, you little liar.” Smirked slightly, even if his mirror image wouldn’t be able to see it from his position. He continued to stroke the other’s hair as he mused to himself. If the other did fall asleep on him, he’d have to transport him to a proper bed – but that could wait.
Well, it’s not as though he entirely meant to, and the thief did try fighting the urge to sleep. So by his intentions, it hadn’t really been a lie… Might’ve tried mumbling that out, though how intelligible it was could be debated.
But yeah, with the stroking and the fact he didn’t seem to consider pushing away from what comfort the other was providing only helped to pull him further down, and he eventually went completely lax against the other.
“Yeah, she’s more preoccupied with the whole love thing and joining her army of poor enslaved and brainwashed boys, isn’t she?” Hummed, red eyes calmly half-lidded as he thought for a moment. “Still annoying, though tantei-san is the one to really worry about.”
He could practically feel the other tiredness and the way he was about to doze off. Chuckling, he moved a hand to run through his mirror image’s hair. “Gonna clock out on me, are you?”
“No…” Yes. …Probably. The fingers through his hair aren’t helping in the slightest, making him relax more and tilt his head slightly. Half a thought was given to appreciate the irony of that description for Akako coming from this one’s mouth, though he didn’t comment on it. Pretty sure the other would have picked up on the words, if said brainwashing weren’t happening at that very moment. At least even Akako didn’t focus much on causing chaos with her magic…
Snickered, and bumped the other back. It wasn’t like he was doing much differently than usual; heists were regularly at absurd times, anyway. He just intended to, instead of it being a side effect. Kept his head touching the other’s, breathing softly.
“Akako,” he reminded. “But yeah, though I imagine he probably thinks that keeping him up at such times is revenge for chasing you, or something.” Would serve the smug bastard right, anyhow.
The pressure of keeping up with heists in general had mostly been forgotten to him, considering he didn’t quite need the rest at all, anymore. But back before, keeping up the image of a cheerful student every day had been so taxing.
“Akako isn’t r’lly one of th’se more constant in trying to chase us down at heists. Nor does she r’lly seem to care for proof. So I stand by only l’sting tantei-san in the question of sleep schedul’s.”
The thief sighed and let his eyes close. …Which, really, he should keep them open, sleep pulls more if he starts giving into it, just… Having another presence not (actively) trying to hurt him tended to make him relax, more often than not. Wariness with this thief only went so far, especially when he just wanted to drift off. Only thing making him stay awake was the knowledge that he shouldn’t entirely trust a Pandora influenced self. He may not hate his counterparts, but he did harbor a strong dislike of the gem.
It wasn’t like he was tired at all, especially in comparison to the other, but body warmth. He’d be perfectly fine with staying in this position if it meant he could relax the way he was doing now.
“Ehh, for me, it’s less keeping them guessing and more keeping them up at absurd times,” he mused. “Aside for more frustrated screaming, they get too drowsy to think properly, which makes things marginally easier.” Not like it wasn’t pretty easy enough in the first place, unless of course the detectives decided to come join the party.
“… You need to keep your own sleep schedule in mind, though.” Clicked his tongue. “Got school and other stuff, don’t you?”
Kid pulled his head back, just enough to lightly bump the other’s forehead. Bad other self. Stop messing with the cops like that. No.
“Don’t really need you worrying about that for me. ‘nother reason to not have normal times, when Hakuba’s the only one who really believes an ‘nternational thief is a highschooler…”
Change up times, make them think no teenager would go through the trouble… Which, by all rights, he shouldn’t, and was part of the reason he didn’t just go planning three heists in a row on back to back days. Still. Guess there was a reason the job got so stressful at times, and pretty sure the police have the right idea in thinking someone young wouldn’t handle it. Even if they were wrong on the overall assumption.
“Is that so?” Smiled, as he drew the other closer and touched his forehead with his own. “I think all the late nights are getting to you. Should make your heists earlier.” He, of course, had been steadily making them at more and more absurd hours of the morning, thoroughly enjoyed his lack of need to sleep.
The thief hummed, maybe not the most relaxed when the other brought him in more, though he made no move to pull away. Can’t deny that his heist ran later tonight, even more than most usually did. At least he’d gotten far enough away that the police were too far to find him the rest of the night.
“I do… Just sometimes they go later. You like to keep your police guessing, well, I can’t exactly keep a set schedule for mine to focus on either. Just that it’s during the night.”
Which is bad for times it starts getting darker later, but eh. He’s dealt with worse need for sleep. Like those stupid tiny eye-robots that chased him everywhere… Not fun. This was fine.
“…If Pandora messes with your mind that badly… then I’m definitely going to to everything in my power to destroy my piece when I find it. Did you forget why? Do you want to make more people like us? Broken families and doubts, hating those who took the people they loved from them? It’s not wrong to care. It’s not starting a cycle. People dying, people changing… I don’t want that to happen. If you’ve forgotten what it was like, how painful it was, how wrong it felt… then I can’t help you. But I’m not going to follow your path.”
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