𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐎.
❝ OW ! ❞ HIS VOCALIZED pain is loudly over - exaggerated for the public place, and his hand moves up to rub at his forehead, hoping that would reduce the pain. ❝ i’m not ignoring you. i’ve been paying attention to you this entire time. have you not seen my head nods ? c’mon man, you know i have sensitive skin ! ❞ kaito pushes his plate away, and an angry look takes place on his face, hoping to make a statement. it doesn’t take long before he’s broken out of his antics at the mention of milo. suddenly, he’s now sitting up right. ❝ ah, milo ! why couldn’t you have invited him too ? now, that would’ve been a fun dinner party. ❞ kaito’s gone of track now and he knows it, so he shakes his head at the leader basically telling him to ignore any previous comments to get back to the matter at hand: the police. ❝ eh, maybe your lack of worry could seem suspicious to them ? you know, most people would be anxious over gang activity happening in their FRIENDLY, SAFE neighborhood. you should put up at least a small front. ❞ eyebrows knit together momentarily as he thinks over rowan’s latest statement, questions beginning to whir inside his own head. ❝ and what if it’s not red lion activity they’ve been catching around the neighborhood ? ❞
HE WAVES OFF THE OTHER’S yelp, and opts for ignoring the useless expression on kaito’s face. he has never believed a single word that has come out of the younger’s mouth and he doesn’t plan on starting now. “i didn’t flick you that hard. you make it sound like i just rubbed grease on your face.” he scrunches his nose at the idea, and rolls his eyes at the unreasonable antics. there is a reason rowan didn’t invite milo and charlie alone with him, and surely gunhwi will be more bratty than usual—along with the other two—when they find out that the two of them had dinner. rowan could feel his migraine coming already. “i invited you because i happened to notice you on my way home from work. if you two were together, i would’ve just kept driving instead.” he undoubtedly cares about them, in his own way, but he refuses to be around them longer than necessary. “ah, really? should i have been more emotional or reactive?” rowan has never been the type to worry ; he doesn’t think he has anything to be afraid of. “that’s plausible, but that also makes it troublesome. what if it’s who we consider ‘ an enemy ’?”












