[ she taps at the insignia on her chest - some company whose name i can't be assed to think of right now, but trust that it's a legitimate private company that specializes in... unique forms of telegrams and deliveries.
she makes her way over to where he's stationed, pointedly ignoring any stares she may acquire along the way. ]
This is a different kind of mail, [ she explains in that same sing-songy voice. from her little satchel she draws out a single letter - pink envelope, heavily perfumed. she holds it out in front of his face. ]
[ Oh, there are stares alright. Some of the cooks and waitstaff are piling behind the bar on either side of the empath to see what the deal is—until he pointedly shoos them (and the gawping customers) away.
Gloved digits snatch the pink envelope. ]
If this is some elaborate prank, I'm either gonna be real impressed or your uniform's gonna get it.
[ The sound of bubbling water accompanies his thinly-veiled threat, but only loud enough for her to hear. ]
Can I open it here, or do you need to run away, first?
[ A beat. He cants a Nagano Death Gaze over his shoulder towards the kitchen doors where a half dozen pairs of eyes are peeking out, one atop the other.
They all vanish. Sighing, Kaito turns around and flicks a letter opener out of his sleeve (or hammerspace) before gracefully slicing the top of the envelope open.
jk. it is but a simple letter, maybe a little less simple by its equally pink paper and the swirling, looping handwriting that accompanies it. the letter itself is, if possible, even more drenched in perfume.
written thusly:
Dear Mr. Nagano,
You may not know me, but I know you. I have watched you from afar for many weeks now, and each moment my eyes gaze upon you I feel renewed. I admire your everything: your humor, your diligence, your kind heart, your handsome looks, your amazing body. It is my greatest wish to call you mine, and for you to call me yours.
Written on the back of this letter is my number. Please use it when you are feeling your loneliest. Or most curious.
XOXO, M.
as kaito reads, lucy quietly sneaks a little closer so she can peak around his shoulder to peek... ]
This is gaudy. Suspicious golds flick between the stationery and Lucy, but the longer squints at her, the more he thinks that she's not the ringleader here.
Oh. The script here is... really flowy. Neat. Smells like eau de toilette. ]
M...???
[ Glancing sidelong, Kaito lightly pokes the blonde's side with his elbow before tilting the letter her way to observe. A flip of the paper reveals the phone number. ]
Who the heck is this? How much could they possibly know about me if I don't know them? I'm not really the type to attract secret admirers, moreso secret devourers... [ Terrible. ]
[ with his permission (not that a lack of it would have stopped her lmfao) she greedily reads the rest of the letter. when she's done, there's a funny look on her face--
only to quickly be replaced with a look of pure deadpan bewilderment. ]
...You work in a public place. [ dummy. ] You spend most of your day here. Any one of your customers could have had more than enough time to observe you.
[ Kaito bonks her with the perfume'd letter. Right across the face. Now she smells nice. ]
Do you see what I'm wearing? [ It's the same thick, heavy layers he always wears. Gloves and all. ] I've never deviated from this style of dress in the restaurant. Of everyone currently in this building, you and maybe two of my line cooks are the only ones who have seen me without a jacket, let alone shirtless.
And don't tell me that you knew what my body looked like before I showed you. You're not that good of a liar.
[ lucy looks from kaito's profile to the flower that's drawn his attention, thoughtful.
then she sighs, settling her hands on her hips. ]
It's against company policy to look into the senders, otherwise I'd offer to help you that way. Job postings for the guild have been slow, so a lot of us have been taking on side jobs like this to get by in the interim...
Oh, I wouldn't want you to get in trouble like that. Don't worry. Unless this thing's heavily enchanted, I can just touch it bare-handed and figure out who the culprit is.
And if not, I call the number.
[ Squint. The hand behind his head plucks a few thousand yen bills and places them into her palm. ]
Right. Here you go. Good job, courier girl. And cute outfit.
Empathy-adjacent? I think? All I know is that when I started to feel everyone's emotions, I also started to be able to see their memories by touching them. But it also applies to inanimate objects.
[ A beat. With most of the restaurant focused on their food again, Kaito reaches forward and pats Lucy's cheek before rubbing. A smirk splits his features. ]
It is. You're on the clock. I don't mess with peoples' hard-earned money.
But if you wanna stay a while, I'd be happy to bully you again.
And invasive. But I at least have enough control over it that I don't immediately trigger memories when I touch things.
It also has to be barehand touch. [ Kaito leans forward as she evades, tapping gloved fingers on her nose. ] So that's the main reason why I always have a few pairs of these around.
In any case, I'll still be around. No need to get jealous. We can investigate this together.
[ lucy puffs up a little. IS HE IN HER MIND NOW????? gtfo ]
I said I was invested, not jealous! [ she's gonna aim a kick at his shins. ] If some stalker is going to try and make soup out of your skin, I want to be the first to know.
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And then she waltzes in. Effectively shooting her the 🗿 face, he grumbles: ]
...The mail came in an hour ago. What are you up to, weirdo?
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Be nice to me, I'm on the clock.
[ she taps at the insignia on her chest - some company whose name i can't be assed to think of right now, but trust that it's a legitimate private company that specializes in... unique forms of telegrams and deliveries.
she makes her way over to where he's stationed, pointedly ignoring any stares she may acquire along the way. ]
This is a different kind of mail, [ she explains in that same sing-songy voice. from her little satchel she draws out a single letter - pink envelope, heavily perfumed. she holds it out in front of his face. ]
From your secret admirer.
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[ Oh, there are stares alright. Some of the cooks and waitstaff are piling behind the bar on either side of the empath to see what the deal is—until he pointedly shoos them (and the gawping customers) away.
Gloved digits snatch the pink envelope. ]
If this is some elaborate prank, I'm either gonna be real impressed or your uniform's gonna get it.
[ The sound of bubbling water accompanies his thinly-veiled threat, but only loud enough for her to hear. ]
Can I open it here, or do you need to run away, first?
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This is a rental, [ she hisses below her breath.
she sniffs, tipping her chin up defiantly. ]
Part of the job is to ensure you've received the delivery, so technically I don't have to stay.
[ ... ]
So hurry up and open it.
[ she's dying of curiosity already!! ]
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[ A beat. He cants a Nagano Death Gaze over his shoulder towards the kitchen doors where a half dozen pairs of eyes are peeking out, one atop the other.
They all vanish. Sighing, Kaito turns around and flicks a letter opener out of his sleeve (or hammerspace) before gracefully slicing the top of the envelope open.
Peeking.......... ]
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jk. it is but a simple letter, maybe a little less simple by its equally pink paper and the swirling, looping handwriting that accompanies it. the letter itself is, if possible, even more drenched in perfume.
written thusly:
You may not know me, but I know you. I have watched you from afar for many weeks now, and each moment my eyes gaze upon you I feel renewed. I admire your everything: your humor, your diligence, your kind heart, your handsome looks, your amazing body. It is my greatest wish to call you mine, and for you to call me yours.
Written on the back of this letter is my number. Please use it when you are feeling your loneliest. Or most curious.
XOXO,
M.
as kaito reads, lucy quietly sneaks a little closer so she can peak around his shoulder to peek... ]
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This is gaudy. Suspicious golds flick between the stationery and Lucy, but the longer squints at her, the more he thinks that she's not the ringleader here.
Oh. The script here is... really flowy. Neat. Smells like eau de toilette. ]
M...???
[ Glancing sidelong, Kaito lightly pokes the blonde's side with his elbow before tilting the letter her way to observe. A flip of the paper reveals the phone number. ]
Who the heck is this? How much could they possibly know about me if I don't know them? I'm not really the type to attract secret admirers, moreso secret devourers... [ Terrible. ]
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only to quickly be replaced with a look of pure deadpan bewilderment. ]
...You work in a public place. [ dummy. ] You spend most of your day here. Any one of your customers could have had more than enough time to observe you.
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Do you see what I'm wearing? [ It's the same thick, heavy layers he always wears. Gloves and all. ] I've never deviated from this style of dress in the restaurant. Of everyone currently in this building, you and maybe two of my line cooks are the only ones who have seen me without a jacket, let alone shirtless.
And don't tell me that you knew what my body looked like before I showed you. You're not that good of a liar.
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[ but none of this is important, at least not as important as-- ]
Are you going to call her?
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[ Staaaaaaaaaare.
Kaito shakes his head, slipping the card up a sleeve. ]
It reads like a really obvious trap. So, yes, I'm going to. But not out of any piqued curiosity. Just to gauge how much of a stalker this person is.
[ A beat. Kaito snorts, looking to a sunflower in a glass vase near the open window. ]
Besides, if she actually knew me, she would have sent flowers instead.
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then she sighs, settling her hands on her hips. ]
It's against company policy to look into the senders, otherwise I'd offer to help you that way. Job postings for the guild have been slow, so a lot of us have been taking on side jobs like this to get by in the interim...
[ speaking of...
she holds one hand out towards him, palm up. ]
I'll take my tip now, thank you.
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Oh, I wouldn't want you to get in trouble like that. Don't worry. Unless this thing's heavily enchanted, I can just touch it bare-handed and figure out who the culprit is.
And if not, I call the number.
[ Squint. The hand behind his head plucks a few thousand yen bills and places them into her palm. ]
Right. Here you go. Good job, courier girl. And cute outfit.
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You can do that? Is that part of your empathy?
[ she takes the proffered bills without really looking at them, more focused on her line of questioning...
but eventually she does look down, and she blanches. ]
Is this real? [ he DID just pluck them outta nowhere... ]
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[ A beat. With most of the restaurant focused on their food again, Kaito reaches forward and pats Lucy's cheek before rubbing. A smirk splits his features. ]
It is. You're on the clock. I don't mess with peoples' hard-earned money.
But if you wanna stay a while, I'd be happy to bully you again.
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[ also a little invasive, but she doubts he'd use those powers maliciously, or against her wishes, so she keeps that bit to herself.
when he rubs her cheek she frowns petulantly at him, leaning away. ]
I have more deliveries to make. But I get off in two hours. Will you still be here? Don't look into the letter unless I'm around, okay? I'm invested!
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It also has to be barehand touch. [ Kaito leans forward as she evades, tapping gloved fingers on her nose. ] So that's the main reason why I always have a few pairs of these around.
In any case, I'll still be around. No need to get jealous. We can investigate this together.
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I said I was invested, not jealous! [ she's gonna aim a kick at his shins. ] If some stalker is going to try and make soup out of your skin, I want to be the first to know.
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Ow!
[ But also a punk!!! He takes both pointer fingers and pops the puffballoon. ]
Tsk!
You'd be the second to know, thanks. I'd be the first!!!
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That's only if your admirer doesn't get the jump on you unawares!
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I am immune to most surprises... But I guess you have a point.
You can be the first to find out alongside me.
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Good. I'll be back in a couple of hours then.