03-23-2020, 01:34 AM
[glow=#000,1,400]WE'VE BECOMES ECHOES BUT ECHOES, THEY FADE AWAY — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
Suddenly, Kaito was remembering why he had hated this mask and only used it on one heist. It was too warm. Grumbling to himself, he yanks it off, throwing it back once more in the closet. Sure, it held memories, but it wasn't practical. He closes the closet, trying to think of places to store his suit and such, and half-listening to Aurum. It'd be fine if he wasn't fine? No. No, it wouldn't. Even if things were so fucked, he'd have to be either happy or neutral or confident. Yep. Those three emotions were the stock that Kaito Kuroba felt. He can see through the awkward way of wording it, rolling his eyes and sending a glare to Aurum. "You do not have to sidestep what you actually wish to say, Kin-keibu," the boy remarks, a bit coldly, with narrowed eyes. What the hell? Did the pregnant tigon actually want to help, when he's got a pregnancy going on and so much more, like actual responsibilities? Not some stupid romp through life, being a thief, doing what he pleased? Aurum was better off helping himself. "Focus on you. You're the main character in your story, I'm just a side-character."
At the comical eye widening, Kaito forces himself to not chuckle or laugh. Smiles and laughter were good, but one needed to remember their most important feature. That took precedence over everything else right now. He was surprised? At the fact that the black smoke could remember such a fact or that he had listened to it so many times? It didn't matter. He'd keep his stoic look on, not frowning, not smiling. "I had burned different players out. This is a different one. Why do you ask how many times I've listened to it?"
At the comical eye widening, Kaito forces himself to not chuckle or laugh. Smiles and laughter were good, but one needed to remember their most important feature. That took precedence over everything else right now. He was surprised? At the fact that the black smoke could remember such a fact or that he had listened to it so many times? It didn't matter. He'd keep his stoic look on, not frowning, not smiling. "I had burned different players out. This is a different one. Why do you ask how many times I've listened to it?"