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satanstories:

             other muses that aren’t featured: alex rider, miles morales, kevin levin, and nagi. 

                                  a multimuse roleplay blog / written by satan. 

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sirprizethiefがあなたの投稿に返信しました: 

//slides the silly detective a belated bday rose

          ‘ thanks... ’

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          ‘ is today really may eighth ? ’ oops, looks like he really did miss his birthday. 

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"What happened to you? You have so many things sticking out of you." He sounds more curious than worried. ( It doesn't /look/ like the detective's visibly dying or anything... )

     he’d woken up automatically, despite all of the drugs currently roaming around in his system, upon feeling the wind coming from the window. his heartbeat races ( the ‘beep’ing of the machine quickening ) because he doesn’t know who is trying to break into his room -- 

          「“What happened to you? You have so many things sticking out of you.”」 

     -- of course it’d be kid. his heartbeat slows a bit upon realising it’s someone who is ( probably ) not here to kill him, but there’s a noticeable tension in his body language that worsened upon the presence of kid ( not because of kid, necessarily, but because he’s in the hospital and, from his injuries, basically unable to protect himself ). 

     he rolls his eyes -- lucky he can talk, he’d just been taken off of the ventilator earlier this morning. of course, just because of his luck, his voice comes out croaked. ‘ multiple gsws. fun times. ’

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Hospital Starters

[ Requested by Anon about a week ago. Warnings for blood, suicidal thoughts, and medical stuff. Thanks! :]

"Hey, you're awake!"

"Where am I?"

"You hit your head. There was so much blood that I got scared."

"Don't try to get up. You're safe here."

"I hate this place..."

"How could you do this to yourself?"

"The world didn't give me a choice, and now, I'm suffering even more!"

"You really came..."

"I told you I would be here when you woke up."

"How many tests did they do on you?"

"If I wasn't drugged up, I could tell you the names of every test they do in this place."

"When are they going to let you leave?"

"They said that I'll be here for a few days. Maybe a week."

"What happened to you? You have so many things sticking out of you."

"That's what happens when you're dying."

"It's probably time to change those bandages..."

"You aren't in pain, are you?"

"You were in an accident. You almost didn't make it."

"That would explain why I feel terrible."

"I thought you were dead..."

"I'm not dead, am I?"

"I didn't know it was this bad..."

"I may not live much longer..."

"I'm dying..."

"You can't die! There has to be something they can do!"

"I'm too far gone for any surgery to fix me."

"I want you to know that I'll miss you most."

"Don't say that! I don't like it when you talk like this..."

"I just want it to happen so I don't have to think about it all the time."

"I wanted to say goodbye to you one more time."

"If you don't get some sleep, I'm going to hit this button and tell a nurse you're bothering me."

"Don't abuse that call button!"

"You know that button only works every five seconds, right?"

"Maybe if I push it hard enough, more will come out."

"I get to come home today."

"Did you fill out the release forms yet?"

"They hooked me up with a bunch of prescriptions. I'm gonna be high as a kite."

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whiteliesredeyes: 

    — ☾ —     Kid didn’t quite realize the magnitude of the situation until the trapdoor decided to shut itself ( what the hell, is this a trap trapdoor or— ) and thus abruptly cut off all light in the attic. Thankfully, he only tripped onceover what felt like a cardboard box packed with bricks before managing to pull out his flashlight and flick it on, sending a streak of light through the darkness. There didn’t appear to be anything too interesting around; a stack of boxes here, some fluff there, a child-sized lump of annoyance—

… Oh. Well, hello there, tantei-kun. So sorry about nearly blinding you, here, Kid’ll turn the beam slightly away. ( In his defense, he thought he’d miraculously lost you a hallway and a corner ago… )

“ I don’t suppose you were the one who shut the door? ” the thief asked wryly, voice smooth and unshaken by the turn of events. “ If I had to guess, I’d say it’s been locked up. ” The lack of light is a little annoying; had the window been boarded up in preparation for this event?

( It’s… suspiciously reeking of a trap. )

     the noise from whoever tripping over a box brought him back to full alertness ( he remembered hands grabbing him, a blow to the head, and a ringing in his ears as his vision tilted ), but the light shining directly into his eyes made him hiss. thankfully, the light moved away from him, and he could just make out the figure of kid. great. 

     even more fantastic, he didn’t seem to know who shut the attic door ( and it would make sense, for this to be an attic; it was rather dusty, after all, and smelt strongly of mothballs ). 

                ‘ not my doing. i was...pushed in here a few minutes before you arrived, ’ he stated, deciding not to mention his brief state into...almost unconsciousness. ‘ i thought it was you who did it at first, or one of your traps, but this wasn’t like you. still, if it’s not from either of us, and since this isn’t nakamori-keibu’s style, it’s probably some other third party. i’m assuming it’s one of your enemies. ’

     he decides to forgo the detective badge flashlight for now -- the extra light would hurt, and he’d like to avoid that. if necessary, though, he’d suck it up and use the light anyway. 

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whiteliesredeyes:

     — ☾ —     “ … How generous of you. ” Almost suspiciously so, in fact, but Kid decides that the detective’s reasoning checks out ( thus far ), and it’s not as if they haven’t exchanged favors before. The thief blinks some of his disorientation away, and carefully takes a step forward — in no real direction, just forward, to gauge whether or not he’s balanced enough to properly walk without entirely endangering himself.

By some miracle, he doesn’t fold within the first few steps, and a slight sigh releases itself from his chest in relief. ( While he feels like a sodden strip of scrap paper in regards to sturdiness, that doesn’t mean he has to show it. )

“ I’ll take you up on your offer, then. ” If only because he’d take the detective’s company over that of the syndicate — and he’s not entirely certain he’d be able to ward the latter off on his own, on the off chance that they were lurking in unexpected shadows. Something closer to a grin flickers across Kid’s expression as he adds, “ I’ll try not to impose on you too much. ”

       shinichi snorts. ‘ of that, i have some doubts. ’ he had watched as kid attempted to take a few steps of his own, and while he seemed unconcerned, he’s quite ready to catch kid should he fall. after all, there is no need to make the thief’s concussion worse by having him faceplant on the ground. 

       eyes make a general sweep, noting that there is still no one around ( strange ), before he walks with kid on the way to his house. he pauses for a brief moment though, eyebrows furrowing, before he states, ‘ wait, before you come to my house in your full costume, is there anyway you can make yourself less... bright ? ’

       walking around with someone in a white kid suit seemed to be a BAD IDEA, especially when people seemed to be shooting at the someone in a white kid suit. plus, the less conspicuous they are, the better; they’ll be less likely to be noticed, and perhaps even less likely to be stopped by well meaning citizens. 

        which -- ‘ also, since you have a concussion anyway, if you can’t act normal, you might as well act drunk. we’d get overlooked, that way. ’

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whiteliesredeyes:

     — ☾ —     “ Can’t I check in on my detectives to make sure they’re not drowning themselves in alcohol? ” he asks, letting his arms fall to his sides relaxedly. In other words, long story short, Kid’s bored. He’s apparently run out of things to do — although he had something earlier, that task is now completed, and out of curiosity wrought of sheer idleness, he’d figured to might as well see how Kudou’s been faring.

Not so well, apparently. It couldn’t be because of a case, could it? No — surely the detective would value his mental function quite a bit more highly if he’s stuck on a case… Kid has to wonder, though. “ On a slightly more serious note, meitantei, what’s bugging you? ”  

     a blink is kid’s initial response; it’s not as if kid knew he had been drinking, right ? no, wait, it’s probably a sarcastic comment. shinichi guesses kid had been bored and, to make the night better, decided to harass a detective ( just shinichi’s luck that it happened to be him. while he was drinking ). 

     at the second question, shinichi scowls ( did kid really think he was going to share his worries with him ? HAH. ). ‘ s’none of your business, kiddo, ’ he states, putting an unnatural stress on the last syllable of キッド ( normally, shinichi states “kid” in english, without the extra syllable that comes from the japanese pronunciation, but drunk!shinichi couldn’t be bothered with speaking in english, apparently. well, for now. ). ‘ leave me ‘lone. ’

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whiteliesredeyes​: 

    — ☾ —     In half an attempt to shield his grin, Kid tugged the brim of his hat a little lower. “ And here I thought the Sleeping Kogorou was the detective who suffered from alcoholism. To think that tantei-kun would take after his ojisan… My, how the mighty have fallen. ” The latter remark was significantly less serious, and he winked teasingly at the detective. “ Had a long week, meitantei? ”

     s’more like a long two years, he thinks ( or, at least, he hopes he just thinks ), even as he peers at kid with bleary eyes. is that a grin ? yup. what a smug bastard. all shinichi wanted to do was get drunk on his own without anyone around ( to judge him, really. he knows ran would be pissed ). ‘ shuddup. why’re you here ? ’ 

     slurring, bleary, drunk and clearly not running on perfect brainpower is not how he wants to face kid, thanks. he’s already seen him -- as conan -- with a high fever and overdosed on drugs when he was kidnapped, that’s good enough. 

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“I had to finish it. It’s vodka. It goes bad once it’s been opened.” [ Shinichi xD ]

ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT SENTENCE STARTERS.

     — ☾ —     In half an attempt to shield his grin, Kid tugged the brim of his hat a little lower. “ And here I thought the Sleeping Kogorou was the detective who suffered from alcoholism. To think that tantei-kun would take after his ojisan… My, how the mighty have fallen. ” The latter remark was significantly less serious, and he winked teasingly at the detective. “ Had a long week, meitantei? ”

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karatcka:

          ‘ man, i could really go for some food right now. ’

         ‘ then let’s go eat somewhere. ...i’ll buy. ’

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whiteliesredeyes:

     — ☾ —     Something with — oh, right. Aoko had been talking about it in the morning, hadn’t she? Kid blinks the memory ( Kaito’s memory, Kid doesn’t know this ) away and glances at the detective. “ I see. ” His mix of disorientation and nausea has settled a good amount, thankfully, but that still doesn’t explain what the other’s talking about.

“ … Go? ” It seems as if the detective isn’t going to leave him — there’d be a farewell, not an invitation to get up and go — which strikes off a dozen safe houses ( including his own house ) off the list of possibilities. Strikes pretty much everything off the list, actually. On the other hand, the only other thing that comes to mind is being thrown behind bars… which seems equally unlikely, considering that the other hadn’t even tried to cuff him, and surely the task force would’ve been called back for such an event? … He does make another attempt to stand, however, this one being more successful. “ Go where? ”

          ‘ my house, ’ the detective confirms, as there would be no other option. it’s not as if he could invite the thief to one of his father’s spare apartments around the city ( each under an assumed name, which he’ll admit to being shady, but at least he pays for everything ). he’d rather not have the thief under his roof either, but there was no way in hell he was dragging kid to the mōri household. 

     for one, ran would probably murder them both. okay, not really; upon seeing kid injured, she’d get worried about him, but she wouldn’t be happy about having to lie to her father about kid’s presence. 

          ‘ you shouldn’t be left alone with a concussion like that, but if you have someone else watching over you, then i’m willing to wait for them to pick you up. i’m not, however, willing to leave you alone in good conscience. ’ he shrugs. ‘ blame this flight of fancy as my occasional moral self. i promise, no handcuffs, no jail time. ’

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whiteliesredeyes :

     — ☾ —     Oh, good; at least he’d gotten out of the immediate area, then, and the syndicate had evidently overlooked him… ( Even if a detective hadn’t. ) Kid closed his eyes briefly — not for too long, since that only compounded his disorientation — just to rest his eyes for a few seconds or so.

“ Right. Of course. ” It’s not so much lack of faith that he has in the police force, but cold knowledge that the syndicate will not be caught by conventional means, that creases his expression. “ And the task force hasn’t gone home yet, I assume. ” The inspector could be quite persistent — stubborn. 

     he shrugs, palms facing outward as his arms bend at the elbow. ‘ you’re in luck, nakamori-keibu apparently has some thing with his daughter tomorrow, and he decided to take an early night with the rest of the force. ’ mainly due to shinichi’s own urging because he’d rather not “aid and abet” a criminal while the task force was around. 

     a quick glance upward ( a sweep for snipers, which kid could probably tell ), he notes nobody from above ( either the criminal didn’t have any back-up with him, which would have been sloppy of him, or they had bailed out when the criminal did, which was probably more likely, or there was a third option in which they were hiding well enough that he can’t see them, which happens, despite his rising levels or paranoia and his “new”found expertise in syndicates and organisations ) and nobody around watching. ‘ ready to go ? ’

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whiteliesredeyes:

     — ☾ —     “ I figured, given I’m not hurtling across the street, ” Kid replies wryly, and remains where he is. ( He worked hard to sit up, and he’s not going to lie back down right afterwards. ) The detective’s insight is astounding as always — and solves some of the questions he has. Most all of them, really. A moment passes as he inhales a careful breath, trying to minimize how nauseous he’s feeling. 

… He can vaguely remember being attacked, now. Okay. Bet it’s Snake’s fault, somehow. “ I feel terrible. Did I even leave the block? ”

     calm eyes peer at kid, taking how he doesn’t seem to pale any further, sitting upright. his colour doesn’t seem to be coming back much, however, aside from the nausea still bubbling underneath his skin, and it’s clear that kid is trying to stave off a reaction by the way he’s breathing. 

          ‘ kind of ? you’re in the next block over, which i’m sure is a testament to your willpower. they haven’t caught the man who attacked you, by the way, and i’m assuming it’s a man judging from the weight of the blow and how it’s placed. ’ and from his own eyesight. 

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           ‘ s’why i gently kicked you. we both know that’s not as hard of a kick as it could have been. ’ he’s not cruel, after all. well, unless he wants to be.

     shinichi rolls his eyes as kid attempts to stand up. ‘ you should probably stay down; you got a pretty bad blow to your head, and while the blood is starting to congeal, you had to be knocked unconscious fairly recently. considering how green you look right now, nausea should really be a bitch. ’

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why a dcmk/aa crossover would be hell: youre constantly blinded by psyche locks

also bonus:

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@devilslcg.

     without meaning to, he stares at the food being cooked; drool gathering in the corner of his mouth. ‘ that smells really good ! ’