turn like the worm on a lure - kaito kid

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Sometimes Feza couldn’t finish a festive task quick enough. Sometimes her mind was too quick for her. She couldn’t finish doing something before her thoughts had changed to something else and left her grasping at straws. She was a sporadic person, one that jumped between thoughts and tasks so swiftly that it left her home in a rather hazardous state. Piles upon piles of unfinished festive ideas were strewn about. In a way, it did represent her. She always made sure that the festivities when they were finished were presented with a smile, no matter how absolutely in shambles they were on the inside. A happy facade, one that Feza had kept neatly bound and hidden away. Only once had that shambled side come to light, and swiftly she had been proven how awful her life would be if she did not keep smiling without a single care.

Not everything she wanted for a party could be found in her home. It meant she actually had to get up and walk around. Such was nice, it gave Feza the chance to stretch her otherwise unused wings. Humming softly, the vibrant feline trotted along up until she saw.. well, it certainly wasn’t someone she’d seen before! Curiosity fluttered to life in her mind. Did she know them? Yes she did! He was the one that had done those magic tricks briefly! Large and feathered wings spread open, aiding her sudden bounds over. “Hey hey hey!” Feza’s greeting as she almost charged right into the other was filled with glee, and accompanied by a joyful smile on her face. “You’re the, you’re that guy that did some uh, some, some magic tricks not too long ago, right? The super, the really cool ones?” Curiously her head tipped to the side, and it was the only pause to be given before Feza continued her rambling. “Do you, would you like to, uh, help me with a little party idea I have? I’ve never had magic at my parties before!”

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

KID was not festive. One could call him... theatrical. He was out an about, in his Kid uniform - somehow, not tackled to the ground already - to get another advanced notice out. He sighs. No Pandora yet. It would probably be a long time, given his luck. He hums, sticking the cat with a monocle on it, before deconjouring it.

He makes a "hm" sound as someone calls... somebody else? The thief just did not expect it to be him. He leapt backwards, conjuring his cards, ready to go. But she wasn't interested in finding out who he was, instead... asking for his help? How odd. His poker face breaks very slightly and briefly, his eyebrows furrowed. Then, he turns to her, crossing his paws slightly. "I mean, sure, I can help. But uh, ojo-sama, you do realize you're talking to a thief, yes?"

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Briefly her weight had to be readjusted in order to ensure that she wasn’t about to go tumbling back onto the ground again. She was quick, and rather small too by snow leopard standards. Horrifically vibrant as well, coated in pink fur with blue and yellow spots. Her ears were raised, and her ever present grin was on her face. Magic tricks were cool. Feza hadn’t any experience with such a thing prior to the brief session that the one before her had done prior. It had been amazing - sparking childish wonder in a childish person. Feza was, after all, incredibly childish. Her parties were often centered around things that would make a young child happy. Arts and crafts, coloring, and making as much noise as possible. All were childish, and all were feats the vibrant Guardsman had done before. Magic was cool. Magic existed in all aspects, in Feza’s mind. How else did she have ice powers? How else could people teleport? It was magic! Different kinds, obviously, but it amazed the Guardsman nonetheless.

When the other called himself a thief, Feza’s smile did not even falter. In a way, it was a poker face of her own. What was hidden behind ever present smiles, a forcefully lightened voice, and staggered speech? Only she knew, and she would keep it that way. “Oh, that’s another word for magician, aint, isn’t it? Very cool. A magician that, that does super cool stuff, yea?” Fluffy ears swiveled back and forth while her weight moved from side to side. Feza’s blue eyes briefly stared off blankly, mind going on a little bit of a tangent about how odd the word ‘thief’ sounded before she snapped herself back to attention. “I’ve got a super big party, a really big one, y’see, planned soon. You could perform your super cool magic, your really awesome magic stuff there if you’d wanna help! I’d like help, not everyday someone gets to, to, uh, appease the cardboard box gods.” Firmly she nodded her head, justifying her statement. Feza bounded a pace away, back towards her home, likely expecting for the thriving youth to simply follow her.

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

The sinner in white lowers his paws, staring at her with his own ever-present smile. His smirk, the one that screamed arrogance, the one that charmed others. Upon asking what a thief was, he shook his head. "No, Ojo-sama. A thief is a robber. One who steals things. I use my magic tricks to do so." He offers a small wink at her. He had remembered her, for when he joined, he offered to go to her parties. He still wanted to keep well on his word. Sitting down, Kid blinks and coughs. "But, I would love to help you."

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The explanation that was given to her about what a thief was had briefly puzzled her. Feza’s mind, ever focused on festive and joyous behavior and ideals, couldn’t quite grasp something that fell outside of that category. Stealing? It didn’t fit. She couldn’t grasp something that didn’t fit in the mindset that she had chosen to wedge herself into. Her face scrunched up briefly, as if giving some form of an attempt to fully understand. Noticing that the other had sat down, Feza swiftly twisted and bounded back the pace that she had sprung forward prior. “Oh, goodie! What sort of tricks do you wanna do? I, I can kinda skew the party towards themes if you’d, if that would make things easier.” Feza seemed to entirely ignore the definition of thief that had been given to her. Instead, her mind honed in on the festive part, the party part, tail wagging madly behind her. Feza was unable to sit still and so she remained standing, shifting her weight from side to side. “Do you know how to, to uh, to make cupcakes? I was gonna make some for, for the, for people to eat at the party. I can make them, but, uh, they’re usually not very good. Apparently. Don’t know why.”

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

Kid leans back casually, humming and thinking of what he could do. There were a bunch of tricks that were off - no, no there were not. Because these people hadn't seen his tricks before! "Hm, I have a trick called 'Miraculous Midair Walk'. Does that sound interesting?" He asks in his usual childish tone, smiling, even closing his eyes. He notes her wagging her tail, moving from side to side so happily.

"Ja-" he begins before the vibrant colored Snow Leopard started to speak again. He turns, his face slightly quizzical look. Cupcakes? He chuckles, "Surely you must be kidding, kind lady!" Then he stops. He could have made her sad with that last statement. Backtrack. "Of course, I, the great Kaitou Kid have many talents! One of which includes making cupcakes! Just let me know which kind." Ugh. That felt nice and way too douchebagg-y at the same time.

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The excitement that burned through Feza's body provided her with extreme amounts of energy. She could not sit still. Her mind was unable to linger on a subject. It bounced around between them in a rapid manner, just as her paws were currently. Her weight continued to move from side to side, and the rapid lashing of her tail made it surprising that she had yet to fall over."Oh! That sounds super cool! Very, it's, it sounds super and, uh, very interesting!" Feza's words were laced with delight.

Feza, of course, had problems with keeping quiet. Her frantically moving mind made her speak before a thought completed itself. It led to continuing to speak even after her point had been made, or trying to elaborate on something only to convolute an idea beyond comprehension. Her expression of a smile did not falter when the other's almost 'rude' comment came forth. Her mind was buzzing with ideas, and it refused to dawdle and consider how the other's words could have been taken as rude. "Talents are super, they're super cool. Don't know what cupcakes we'd be making though! I've got uh, I've got a whole lotta different flavors. And, and I've got glitter glue too! We can decorate the wrappers. And make streamers while the cakes are baking!" Excitedly the guardsman bounced on her paws. Her mind had derailed cupcakes into cakes, and was already growing even further distracted by the prospect of streamers. Feza kept smiling, bouncing excitedly on her paws. "Actually, what's, what's your favorite cake flavor? I don't have a favorite and I, I uh, I don't have the time to survey the group for their favorites. We can make whatever kind is, we can make your favorites then!"

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

Jesus Christ, this girl's mind bounced off walls as if she were a mere child. Kaito was trying his best, he really was, to understand her. But being booksmart doesn't mean that you understand everything, or are comfortable with everything. He breaks his poker face, awkwardly chuckling at the cotton candy colored leopard. "My favorite flavor, ojo-sama?" He points to himself, blinking and then humming, thinking of a suitable answer. Then he offers her a smile, closed-eye and all. "Chocolate! But we ought to make vanilla and strawberry for anyone who can't have those. You are much too kind."

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Feza's wings shifted from her sides, finding themselves in a different and momentarily more comfortable position. Only now was her mind questioning the odd address that Kaito was using towards her. What was the title? Address? Thing? Feza didn't know. It didn't sound like an insult, certainly not so. Perhaps it was just a different, super funny way of saying guardsman. Or party thrower. Both worked in her book. Her head nodded when the other pointed to himself, agreeing that yes, she was asking for his favorite flavor. She didn't have the time to survey the entire group for their favorite flavors. Surely the favorite of one person was the favorites of the entire group? She didn't have time to search further! There were parties to throw and cakes to make! "Chocolate? Huh. Don't think I've, I don't think I've had too much chocolate before," briefly the vibrant feline would muse. However, her mind swiftly bounded off again, ears flicking as if dismissing the thought in a manner more rapid than her usual sporadic thinking. "Strawberry cakes. Hopefully strawberries are, are in season." Feza's bright eyes narrowed a little, before a giggle sounded. Kind? She was just doing her job! Being the best party thrower that Tanglewood had ever seen. "Ah, it's, it's in the job, y'know?" The vibrant female somewhat dismissed with her words and a wave of her paw. Her face scrunched up, mouth opening to again babble, "I wonder what other kinds of, if there's other kinds of cakes- funnel cakes! I've never, I've never made a funnel cake before! We should make chocolate and vanilla and strawberry funnel cakes. All the, all of the flavors combined into one."

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

How he desperately wanted to run, to forgo this "party" business. But, he was nice, at least, he was trying to be nice. As such, he awkwardly laughs, making a "ke ke ke" sound. His mind was swimming. Cupcakes? The Miraculous Midair Walk? He was about to be the Skywalking Wonder once again.

He looks at her, his gaze serious, no longer with that smirk. Instead, it appeared cool, almost cold. It was in the job? "Kanda - if you don't mind me calling you that, it's a festivity in my homeland - no one can truly stay kind and happy forever. If that day comes, I am here for you." He bows down, reaching towards the cotton candy-colored feline's paw, kissing it gently, before standing straight once more and winking.

And he's back to the caring, mischevious boy he was deep inside. "Neapolitan ones? What a good idea!" He says, giving a smile. "But we would need to be able to fry funnel cakes."