It's A Small Crime
"So, have you ever considered this is why you don’t have any friends? Your melodramatic, pessimistic, over-analytic sense of flare is dreadful you are boring me to tears.” Thomas dabs at his dripping nose and looks up at Kaito dead in the eyes, unafraid of his angry stare. “Here you are acting like you’re king shit and telling me off when you have the nerve to hang around my brother?”
Thomas snorts again and takes his napkin away, dipping another clean one in some water to mop at his face.
"So are you going to sit there and demonize me or are you going to sit your fucking ass down and have some of this shitty coffee?"
Thomas smooths the collar of his shirt and sits back with a firm grunt, staring at Kaito with his arms folded. “I’m so sick of you acting so high and mighty, fluttering around your glorified sandbox of a lab with my brother and lecturing me on the holistic practices of not being an asshole.”
Thomas doesn’t mind the stares from the other few people sitting close by. He’s sure they’ve seen and heard worse thing than this petty argument. He finishes his drink and leans back, ordering two coffees. "So. Want to stop acting like a child and talk like adults?"
Something about this makes Kaito laugh. Something,somewhere...there in the shitty run-down gas coffee shop at an unholy early hour with the wind from the outside and the chill down his spine. Somewhat about the blue and black face of the man opposite to him that...he sighs. "...IV."
Kaito's fingers loose and slip through his crouched collar until they rest against Kaito's side again, drumming against the wet fabric of his thighs. (Impatient, are they?) "This is riduculous...Don't tell me you are fucking jealous that I might be fucking your brother...?" He laughs. It's not funny. "You fucked mine up, you know."
It's crude. For some reason Kaito doesn't care.
There is this crude and nearly sweet ache of satisfaction in saying it. In putting it on the table in front of the childish display of someone he filed under that particular special corner in his mind for people to hate. Kaito gives a small smirk and sips his coffee. It's the same kind of shitty coffee he remembered from last time.
"Nobody taught you how to do this...huh?" Kaito keeps smirking when he motions to Orbital, and puts a retagular first aid kit on the table. He plays with the clasp before he pushes it over. Still with the same expression. "Jealousy, huh? It makes me feel better you are as jealous about your brother as I am about mine. Anyway. Let's be kids, then."
Kaito taps his fingers to the table's surface, somewhat...attentive. "What do you want?"
