03-19-2020, 11:30 PM
[glow=#000,1,400]WE'VE BECOMES ECHOES BUT ECHOES, THEY FADE AWAY — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
It was Aurum. Thank God. He sighed, kicking his wardrobe open, letting the KID outfit actually get some air and not just be holed up somewhere. The black smoke paces around his room, almost as if Aurum wasn't there for a moment, before hopping to his window and closing the blinds. He didn't want anyone seeing him like this. Nor hearing this.
He stops, in the center of the room, a fake yet real-sounding chuckle escaping his maw. He wanted to see how Kaito was doing? The gentlemanly asshole's smirk returns to his face once more, as if he was fine. Because he had to be. There was no vulnerability for Kaito, or Kaitou KID. He could never be shaken up, and if his plans went awry, he'd always have a back up. He was charming, elegant, flamboyant - like his father and mother were before him. He gently waves his paw in dismissal, his smirk growing larger. "Me? Aurum-san! I'm fine, I've been fine for a while now. How are you?"
The... player? A rare look of shock comes on his face, and he lets out another chuckle, this one slightly nervous, with a brow raised. He really pointed to it, eh? His gaze drifts away, as he regains his composure. Feeling as though Aurum shouldn't see him like this, he hops towards his wardrobe, on it for a brief second before jumping onto the floor. He moves past his usual KID outfit stuff - the cape, that suit, the tophat, the monocle... aha! There it was. The mask for his first ever heist. Is was white, with a smile face, red glowing eyes and a red smile. He puts it on, making sure it fits before facing the pregnant tigon.
He shrugs a bit, answering his question. His voice is rather casual, as if there were to be expected. His memory allowed him to remember so much. "Twenty five thousand, nine hundred, and thirteen times."
He stops, in the center of the room, a fake yet real-sounding chuckle escaping his maw. He wanted to see how Kaito was doing? The gentlemanly asshole's smirk returns to his face once more, as if he was fine. Because he had to be. There was no vulnerability for Kaito, or Kaitou KID. He could never be shaken up, and if his plans went awry, he'd always have a back up. He was charming, elegant, flamboyant - like his father and mother were before him. He gently waves his paw in dismissal, his smirk growing larger. "Me? Aurum-san! I'm fine, I've been fine for a while now. How are you?"
The... player? A rare look of shock comes on his face, and he lets out another chuckle, this one slightly nervous, with a brow raised. He really pointed to it, eh? His gaze drifts away, as he regains his composure. Feeling as though Aurum shouldn't see him like this, he hops towards his wardrobe, on it for a brief second before jumping onto the floor. He moves past his usual KID outfit stuff - the cape, that suit, the tophat, the monocle... aha! There it was. The mask for his first ever heist. Is was white, with a smile face, red glowing eyes and a red smile. He puts it on, making sure it fits before facing the pregnant tigon.
He shrugs a bit, answering his question. His voice is rather casual, as if there were to be expected. His memory allowed him to remember so much. "Twenty five thousand, nine hundred, and thirteen times."