SUNFLOWERS OF THE INFERNO - fire

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[glow=#000,1,400]WE'VE BECOMES ECHOES BUT ECHOES, THEY FADE AWAY — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Corbeau used crow feathers as a distraction many-a-time, after all, his namesake was crow. He throws them up into the air, some charring brilliantly in the orange fire. He watches them, smiling even further. He turns, watching the lion with the ferocity of a volcano have his anger explode, and he cannot help but laugh, and laugh. That ever so cocky grin appears once more on the black thief's face. "Hm? Pay? No, phantom thieves tend to steal... Kin-keibu." He turns dramatically, his body leaping out of the way. He turns towards his son, "Nee, nee, Kaito-kun," what an oddly familiar tone. "Tell your friend here to cool it, yeah? I doubt he wants to attack the original Kid the Phantom Thief-sama." Corbeau was oddly calm, his fur smooth, ever having the cocky smile, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. He seemed to be enjoying this, having fun evading the emotional man. The man who figured his son was that bastard's own, and he hums to himself, obviously casual about this.

Kaito sat there, watching this happen. But that last word caught him, and his throat felt charred. He couldn't move. What was unfolding in front of him? His tail flickers, his fur flares. He turns to Aurum, desperation in his voice. "Wait! That could be Oyaji!"