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[TODAY IN THE LOBBY there are two familiar looking faces dressed in unfamiliar clothing-- unless you're familiar with Victorian fashion, that is-- seated in the plush chairs next to the coffee table. Kaito is resting his head on said table, clearly dazed and yet still grinning lopsidedly as he takes in his surroundings with interest. His (bloody, mind you) forearm is extended in front of him, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up almost to his shoulder.
Aoko sits across from him, muttering irritably as she extracts lengthy and pointy needles from the spiky-headed idiot's arm (the pile of blood-stained steel that shares the table with them is quickly growing). And, of course, there are bandages and bottles of alcohol (regular, not isoproyl) sitting nearby for all of their wound-tending needs.
Kaito speaks first, speech slurred and-- that is a very clear British tilt lacing his words]
How strange... did they get rid of the fountain? I quite liked the fountain. Perhaps I should mention this to the manager...
Stay still.
[Aoko's words are sharp, and her accent is rougher than that of the spiky-headed idiot in front of her. He flinches as she pulls another needle from his arm]
And stop mumbling nonsense. Honestly, if you find yourself inclined to challenge professional needle wrestlers the least you could do is learn how to guard properly...
Aoko sits across from him, muttering irritably as she extracts lengthy and pointy needles from the spiky-headed idiot's arm (the pile of blood-stained steel that shares the table with them is quickly growing). And, of course, there are bandages and bottles of alcohol (regular, not isoproyl) sitting nearby for all of their wound-tending needs.
Kaito speaks first, speech slurred and-- that is a very clear British tilt lacing his words]
How strange... did they get rid of the fountain? I quite liked the fountain. Perhaps I should mention this to the manager...
Stay still.
[Aoko's words are sharp, and her accent is rougher than that of the spiky-headed idiot in front of her. He flinches as she pulls another needle from his arm]
And stop mumbling nonsense. Honestly, if you find yourself inclined to challenge professional needle wrestlers the least you could do is learn how to guard properly...