♗:Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap.
Yet
another heist that had ended in a horrible nightmare. The thief,
currently back to being Kaito was exhausted. Neither him nor Hakuba –
apparently – had known that Spider was back in Japan. At least the Brit
had seemed just as surprised as he was, when the illusionist suddenly
popped up during their banter on the roof. It was a lot like the first
time around, reality had blurred around the edges and suddenly they were
in the middle of horrifying scenarios. At least Kaito had known what to
make of it this time and he was set on making the illusionist work to
flip his brain. The needle he had felt hitting his neck right before the
blurry first moments was proof enough, the other wasn’t comfortable
enough to hypnotise him without drugs.He was about to drown –
literally and was just thankful enough for the fact that Spider did not
seem to know about his phobia to actually manage and make him scream in
terror, when another gush of real water had hit him. It was an awful,
but obviously effective method to wake someone up. Drenched in water he
had made his escape, leaving another hastily made up riddle for the
assassin to throw him off, too. And then he raced downstairs again,
reviving Kaito that had been around as a consultant for this heist,
before racing right back up again. He made a lot of noise, imitating the
force coming up on the roof, so when he finally barged out into the
cold night air, the red lights were gone. He was more than glad to find
Hakuba alive and more or less alright. He looked ‘only’ shellshocked.Because
of the roadblocks and masses of people, Kaito had asked the detective
to come along with Jii-chan and him, they could just drop him off at
home.So, sliding in to the backseat, he was barely awake
himself, he didn’t even care anymore that his hair was more than
obviously damp, which would have counted as further proof on his other
identity for the detective. But he obviously was just as tired, judging
by the fact that he had slid down the backrest and unceremoniously
dropped right in Kaito’s lap. Oh well, he had saved his hind, so… he
patted the blonde’s cheek and pushed some hair out of his face, before
his own head dropped as well and his hand just lay still.