[ He's ready to stick his tongue out and make a silly comment about pumpkin pie, but the sudden lash of something cold against his heart stops the words in their tracks.
If anyone knows pain, it's Kaito. From his own anguish to the hurt of others, he's very familiar with the emotion. And yet to feel it radiating so vividly from her aura...
It serves as a sobering reminder that everyone carries something heavy out of sight. When she makes the (very brave) effort to distract herself from her thoughts, she'll be treated to the sight of him mimicking a robot's stiff movements. It's ridiculous. He's ridiculous. ]
Beep, boop. One must not discard their humanity so easily. Blip.
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Please don't tell anyone I did that. Anyway—y'know, that's actually my job. My night job, at least. I'm just a chef during the day, but once that's over I spend my time mediating conflicts between humans and the supernatural. It's kinda turned into private investigator work over the years. A job is what brought me to Karakura Town, y'know?
( Typically she's better at keeping her emotions under control, at keeping everything she doesn't want on display or impacting her locked away. There's a time and a place for them to come out — when she's alone in her apartment and not having to burden anyone with them, but sometimes they slip out despite how hard she tries to keep them locked away.
Thankfully she doesn't have to dwell on them or her thoughts with the ridiculous way he moves and talks — it's enough to have her blurting out a laugh as she quickly brings her hand up to her mouth in a failed attempt to hold it back.
It takes a few moments for the laughter to die down as she uses her other hand to rub away the few tears that settle in the corners of her eyes. )
It sounds tiring, working two jobs.
( She's one to talk, working between the bakery, the clinic, and even Urahara's shop on top of helping with Hollows — they probably work close to the same amount. )
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If anyone knows pain, it's Kaito. From his own anguish to the hurt of others, he's very familiar with the emotion. And yet to feel it radiating so vividly from her aura...
It serves as a sobering reminder that everyone carries something heavy out of sight. When she makes the (very brave) effort to distract herself from her thoughts, she'll be treated to the sight of him mimicking a robot's stiff movements. It's ridiculous. He's ridiculous. ]
Beep, boop. One must not discard their humanity so easily. Blip.
...
Please don't tell anyone I did that. Anyway—y'know, that's actually my job. My night job, at least. I'm just a chef during the day, but once that's over I spend my time mediating conflicts between humans and the supernatural. It's kinda turned into private investigator work over the years. A job is what brought me to Karakura Town, y'know?
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Thankfully she doesn't have to dwell on them or her thoughts with the ridiculous way he moves and talks — it's enough to have her blurting out a laugh as she quickly brings her hand up to her mouth in a failed attempt to hold it back.
It takes a few moments for the laughter to die down as she uses her other hand to rub away the few tears that settle in the corners of her eyes. )
It sounds tiring, working two jobs.
( She's one to talk, working between the bakery, the clinic, and even Urahara's shop on top of helping with Hollows — they probably work close to the same amount. )
What was the job, if you don't mind me asking?