[ Kaito perks up as the blonde enters, gesturing for her to shut the doors behind her. There's a seat pulled out near his desk, which he motions for her to take. ]
Good afternoon, Takamaki. Have a seat.
[ His desk is still strewn with papers, but they all appear to be recipes clipped out of various books. His phone remains face-down near his computer's keyboard. For a while, he glances sidelong, golds darting from side to side without ever meeting her blues. Lips twist in thought. Gloved fingers begin to drum on his desk...
Wait. Why's he wearing so many layers of black in the middle of summer? Did no one give him the memo— ]
—I'll spare us the bush-beating.
What do you think of the messages I accidentally sent you last night? Weird stuff, isn't it?
More importantly...
[ Finally, his gaze trains on hers—and those sharp golds seem to gleam and shine like a Shadow's despite being in broad daylight (and more importantly, out of the Metaverse). ]
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Good afternoon, Takamaki. Have a seat.
[ His desk is still strewn with papers, but they all appear to be recipes clipped out of various books. His phone remains face-down near his computer's keyboard. For a while, he glances sidelong, golds darting from side to side without ever meeting her blues. Lips twist in thought. Gloved fingers begin to drum on his desk...
Wait. Why's he wearing so many layers of black in the middle of summer? Did no one give him the memo— ]
—I'll spare us the bush-beating.
What do you think of the messages I accidentally sent you last night? Weird stuff, isn't it?
More importantly...
[ Finally, his gaze trains on hers—and those sharp golds seem to gleam and shine like a Shadow's despite being in broad daylight (and more importantly, out of the Metaverse). ]
...Why did you try to play along?