The small smile stands guarded on his face– hands coming up beside his head, in an amused gesture of surrender. His heartbeats could match a rabbit’s, even as he keeps up the nuance that he’s not something to be feared; nonthreatening, innocent, childish. Seriousness isn’t something KID tries to keep in his repertoire, though he keeps it handy should the audience request it.
No one gets hurt is rule he abides only loosely by; not a definite, and he’s hurt people before numerous times– but sheer malice is something he tries to avoid or prevent, and he gazes upon the body with a subdued expression, before flicking it back up to the gun trained on his body.
Blonde hair, brown eyes, though it was rather difficult to tell in this light. ( Bad lighting was always a negative, casting even good intentions in shadow. ) He looks… young. Almost young as him. And yet already well versed in the one type of magic he had no desire to perform– the disappearance of a life, and the implications thereafter–
Since starting this job, Kaito was used to predators, and being the white rabbit that sidestepped much of the wolves’ attacks. Darting away, blue eyes cautious– disappearing in flurries of white when you dared pounce upon him, nary a hint left he was there. Funny how like a rabbit he was when his job as a magician often portrayed him as pulling them out of hats– or maybe that was why he likened himself to one in the first place. familiarity wasn’t a bad thing, after all.
“Maa, didn’t you hear? Bedtimes aren’t really my thing.”
He steps forward, closer, when you start stepping to the side and away– would you wish to run, wolf-san? Do you know this little white riding hood is more than he seems? ( He’s not, honestly, wearing clothes that had been too big for him before he’d gotten them tailored, wearing a role that he’d had to grow into; he’s learning the basics, and it’d only been a short while he’d gotten used to running in oxfords and a cape billowing behind him. )
The smoke bombs you worry so much about is not visible in his hand. They’re tucked away in his glove now; as he frowns softly at the weapon pointed at him turning the frown of disappointment upwards ( He looks slightly sad; but not at you ) before wringing it up into a small, unreadable smile he’d sported since the beginning.
“Wouldn’t I say the same to you? You’re young.”
His voice, his movements, are surprisingly soft for someone whose outfit is so loud. He wouldn’t call this job a hobby, too – a rather dangerous hobby, wasn’t it? If he was staring down the barrel of a gun.
“I’ll take that as a compliment that you haven’t shot me yet – And likewise. How terribly rude of me, you seem to know my name and I, not yours. Could I have anything to call you by?”
Tone conversational– lilting up to something more playful.
taking care not to trouble himself by
reading too far into the facial expressions
(shadow and obstacles in the way for sure,
not to mention the acting at play here or the
potentiality for prosthetics). no, the posture,
the body language, the hand movements
are more important (don’t illusionists tend
to try to redirect your attention so you don’t
watch what they’re doing?). no apparent
illusions here (yet), but he won’t be dismissing
any attempts.
he stands his ground now, not appreciating
the mirrored advance. he won’t continue backing
up if the silly little thief will only move forward--
not for now, at least (though, doesn’t it make for
an interesting dance?)
❝Perhaps I am,❞ neither confirm nor deny. ❝It can
be difficult to judge such things.❞
easy shrug of the shoulders, but he does not
forget that he is dealing with someone who is
more than what he seems. even if it is just a
boy, the fact of the matter he has wreaked havoc
for plenty, and blanc would not have gotten far
as he has if he didn’t take such things into
consideration. above all he is calculating and
cautious.
oh, but he really would hate to have to shoot
the pretty little thief if he causes him too much
trouble tonight. he shines so bright, and he could
even be useful.
(he’s refreshingly different from blanc’s typical interactions)
❝One could argue that you’re young, yourself.
But we could run in circles about this all night,
and unlike you, my night’s just begun. I have
things to get done.❞
information to deliver. bodies to dispose of.
titsay
dailybridgerton
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tangentwithtanner
gummygunk
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