i don’t know what you’re talking about. / kaito
"don't 'i don't know' me— i got eyes, man." which are locked dead-on the target across the street: some punk who, as far as they can tell, is buried in more trouble than he knows what to do with. finding out exactly how deep is the whole reason kaito and @giriure are parked on this corner in the first place... a fact kaito's brought up more than once in the last hour, as if repeating it enough will make the guy do something incriminating on command. this same hour's also looked less like a stakeout and more like the two of them trading increasingly ridiculous theories about him just to kill time, with mana mostly occupied trying to keep kaito's hand off the door handle every time their mark so much as breathed wrong.
it hasn't been going great. kaito knows he's a lot to deal with on a stakeout. yagami's better equipped for this side of things. patron saint of patience, all that. he's made peace with it.
he wraps his arms around the steering wheel, chin on them. "okay then, new theory." then sighs. "what do you got. gotta be somethin' better than the last one."