[Accidental Audio]

[killing_sweep]

[Soft scraping before an exhalation of breath, then more soft scraping.]

[The sound of feet padding across the apartment and then rummaging.]

There.

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[sub_x_rosa]

B-Byakuran-san?

[killing_sweep]

Careful.

[sub_x_rosa]

Careful? Where are you? In the living room?

[killing_sweep]

Kitchen.

Can you get there in one piece?

[sub_x_rosa]

What are you doing in the k-

[[And it's cut off, before you hear the sound of the door opening, sprinting footsteps, and a very harried officer. Looking at a tiny Byakip.]]

...!!!

[killing_sweep]

You survived.

[Looking up at him.]

[sub_x_rosa]

[[It's very strange, looking down at a very small person who used to be the person who scared the crap out of him on more than one occasion.]]

Survived what?

[killing_sweep]

My traps.

[He gestures with an overlong sleeve.]

[sub_x_rosa]

[He doesn't want to ask, even as he goes over to the little boy, panicked at the revelation that Byakuran had probably swallowed something that shouldn't be put in his mouth in the first place. Going over to crouch in front of him, he says]

Did you eat something, Byakuran-san?

[killing_sweep]

Are you going to look, Irie?

[sub_x_rosa]

[He's stunned for a moment. Hearing Byakuran say this is unnatural, and more than a little disturbing, but the paranoia of having Byakuran ingesting something remotely dangerous overrides the need to be subordinate, even as he says]

What did you swallow?

[killing_sweep]

[He leans back, watching Shouichi curiously.]

Guess.

[sub_x_rosa]

[He's in no mood to play games with the little tyke, and he briskly says]

Mosca. Now open up.

[killing_sweep]

[Byakuran laughs.]

Are you going to force me if I say no?

[sub_x_rosa]

Yes, I am. Now are you going to spit it out before it goes out the wrong end, Byakuran-san?

[killing_sweep]

No. Irie can force me.