#kaivoleur

[duskgathers]

@kaivoleur.

        ‘ ew, gross, why are you back ? ’ don’t act as if you haven’t been bored while he wasn’t around. 

[silverbulletofthefbi]

“Underestimating her is a bad idea, KID.”

Says the guy who picked her up on a lark, just to see how she’d react.

[yoakkemae-archived]

@kaivoleur // continued from here.

there's no flare of triumph when kid takes off his monocle and hat -- for one , it's not as if he doesn't already know that kid's face looks remarkably like his own. two , it didn't seem ... earned. it's not as if conan had managed to corner kid and taken off his " mask " through cornering and capturing him. the only reason why kid was taking off everything was because he was shot.

so , instead of staring at kid and trying to catalogue every difference between his face and his own , he instead takes out conan's phone to figure out which would be the closest restaurant with the best food to help with the blood loss. he also makes a mental note to buy strawberries or dried peaches for kid to snack on later.

he ignores the hushed sounds of kid struggling to change clothes , knowing that any offer of assistance in this endeavour wouldn't go over well. by the time kid is done changing , conan has mapped the best route to the restaurant and has already made a cart for a to-go order.

' there's a seafood restaurant nearby , ' conan says , looking up from his phone. he's keeping an eye on kid's face in order to monitor whether or not he's about to pass out anyway despite kid's numerous assurances that he's not going to. ' do you want to check the order before i place it ? even if tuna's not your favourite , it's probably the best item on their menu that'll help with the blood loss. '

[yoakkemae-archived]

@kaivoleur.

' oh , wow , i thought i got rid of you. ' conan rocks back on his heels , a feigned look of annoyance on his face.

[yoakkemae-archived]

@kaivoleur​  asked:  there's  a  burst  of  confetti  ,  followed  by  a  single  card  floating  down  on  a  balloon-string.  the  balloon  itself  is  a  pale  white  ,  with  KID's  caricature  drawn  on  it  in  cheap  sharpie.  “  happy  birthday  !  ”  the  card  reads.  “  congrats  on  getting  older  !  please  find  your  present  hot  glued  to  the  sole  of  your  shoe.  ”  (  it's  a  booklet  of  what  can  be  loosely  described  as   '  coupons  '.  one  of  them  says  ,  1  HOUR  OF  PETTING  12  DOVES  !  another  says  ,  FREE  GET-OUT-OF-GLUE-TRAP  CARD  !  the  usefulness  of  these  thin  pieces  of  paper  seems  ...  niche  ,  to  say  the  least.  )

conan  can  only  glare  up  at  the  ceiling  in  a  slightly  feverish  haze  as  he  covers  the  lower  half  of  his  face  with  a  blanket.  it  sucks  to  be  sick  on  one’s  birthday  ,  especially  when  some  of  the  people  who  he  wouldn’t  mind  celebrating  with  it  most  don’t  actually  know  it’s  his  birthday.  he  had  received  a  text  message  from  ran  on  shinichi’s  phone  at  exactly  midnight  ,  a  charming  habit  that  ran  had  started  since  they  were  twelve  ,  but  it  wasn’t  the  same.

it  feels  like  he  blinks  ,  and  then  there’s  suddenly  a  poof  of  confetti  overtop  of  his  head  ,  followed  by  a  card  floating  down  on  a  white  balloon.  sitting  up  ,  and  coughing  a  little  with  the  change  of  position  ,  conan  reaches  up  to  grab  the  card  that  could  really  only  be  from  KID  and  reads  it  with  slightly  narrowed  eyes.  does  he  trust  KID  ?  with  lives  and  doing  the  right  thing  when  it  really  counted  (  or  when  there  weren’t  any  jewels  involved  ).  does  he  trust  KID  not  to  leave  a  surprise  prank  for  his  birthday  ?  well  ...

still  ,  he  leaves  the  sweated  out  fūton  and  patters  down  his  room  to  the  genkan  ,  going  quietly  so  that  ran  couldn’t  hear  him  where  she  was  in  the  kitchen  making  soup.  one  shoe  of  his  is  suspiciously  a  few  centimetres  higher  than  the  others  ,  so  conan  grabs  that  one  and  turns  it  over  ,  seeing  a  BOOKLET  OF  COUPONS  labelled.  his  eyebrows  furrow  ,  and  he  gently  takes  it  off  the  sole  of  his  shoe  to  read  through  them.  he  snorts  (  causing  a  small  coughing  fit  )  when  he  reads  them.  oddly  specific  ,  but  it  makes  sense  for  KID.  

he  tucks  the  booklet  away  in  his  pocket  and  heads  back  to  his  room.  maybe  one  day  ,  he’ll  throw  one  of  the  “  pet  twelve  doves  “  coupon  at  kid  ...

[iridcsccnt]

✶  kaivoleur replied to your post :

eager waving! hello friend!!

「    And cheeks pull up as he smiles a bit more wider. A good evening to you too. ~    」

[iridcsccnt]

"Hey, wanna make a deal? Your ice cream cone for an early peek at my next heist notice. Or maybe a new ice cream cone, not yours exactly." KID grins; he's well-disguised, right now, but the monocle and its swinging clover charm are unmistakeable.

「    He had a ‘sneaking suspicion’ that he was being watched, and perhaps that’s enough to explain why he seems unfazed when they turn up ( and undeterred by the disguise — monocle or not — having no less than expected it ).

Having said that, he’s just got this ice cream, you know ; even one he isn’t indifferent to but actually likes. “ Assuming that I would, in fact, want to make such a deal. ” Conan returns in a dry-laced tone, his face drawn into a semi-flat look ( okay, maybe he is a ‘little’ interested, but he’s fairly sure he isn’t that eager for a preview ). “ And what makes you think I’d offer you one ? ”    」

[zeromakessandwiches]

"I don't know what to make of you yet," he declares from a (relatively) safe distance (which is pretty far, as KID is quite accustomed to long-range weapons). "You know what's a good gauge of character, though? Favorite colors. You can tell a lot about someone from their answer. So what's your favorite color?"

“Likewise.” Amuro kept his eyes on the relatively harmless thief, arching an eyebrow at the odd question. “Colors hmm? I was under the impression that this was a robbery, not an interview.” He shrugged a shoulder, taking a second to think over his answer. “I used to be a fan of,” his nose wrinkled in distaste, “red. Events have soured me on the color as of late.”

“What about you, Kid-san, a preference?”