[002] This is probably the least violent post you will see all week.
I. Action >> Location: 768 Bunker St; Front yard >> Early morning
[Despite all of the “excitement” of the past few days, the milk still gets delivered everyday at 5:00 am, and the same can be said for the milk at 768 Bunker St. What is different about the delivery today, however, is the shadow that detaches itself from the roof following the milk’s arrival as Kaito leaps nimbly from the roof to land beside the milk bottles with barely a sound.
He still doesn’t know very much about his “dad” or “mom”, but he knows quite enough about his “little brother” that he’s not about to risk that the boy try anything stupidly noble like drink the damned stuff.]
[Speaking of his “little brother” the small detective had woken up well before five in the morning and was waiting patiently without a sound just on the other side of the door- the moment it turned to be five he pushed the door open and stepped out just in time to see his “brother’s” landing.]
You again!? [But he quickly regains his calm and points at the milk.] Don’t drink that, Kaito-niichan! It’s bad for you!
[Che. Of course the brat would be up and watching the door. Kaito stuffs his hands irritably in his pockets and eyes the smaller boy.] Who said I was gonna drink it, huh? Maybe I wanted to make sure growing kids like you didn’t drink it by accident.
I wasn’t going to drink it. [He was still running experiments on the stuff, after all.] But I was worried someone might throw it out before I could get a hold of more.
… more for your little experiments? [Crouching down beside the milk and reaching for it with one hand, eyes never coming off of Conan.] You shouldn’t be doing stuff like that without adult supervision. It’s dangerous. And it’s not worth the risk that you might try to taste some to see if it’s arsenic.
I’m not going to taste it if there’s poison in it. [...he’s moving over a little closer so he can snatch that milk away- but first to look inconspicuous.]
[Kaito gives Conan a ‘bullshit’ look.] Just like you wouldn’t jump off of skyscrapers to get a chance to talk to KID, right?
...I told you, I had a para-glider. [Conan lunges suddenly to grab the bottle of milk and try to pull it away from his “brother”]
[But Kaito is onto him and lunges for the milk at the same time. A tug-of-war ensues.]
[It was inevitable really, that it would come to this. What made Conan think he even stood a chance at stealing something from someone he suspected was an international jewel thief was a true mystery- what wasn’t a mystery was the fate of the milk bottle as he refused to let it go.]
Let go!
No you let go! Listen to your elders! [... never mind the fact that Conan as Shinichi was technically older than Kaito. They were both acting like children now. The tugging quickly grows more frenzied, neither boy willing to let the other take the fall for him and eventually the milk slips from both of their hands, smashing onto the ground in a spill of milk and broken glass. Kaito hisses.]
Shit...
II. Action >> Location: John Doe Park >> Noon
[Kaito is standing in John Doe Park, apparently waiting for someone. However, if your characters ever had the opportunity to meet him before, something doesn’t seem quite right about him: his clothes are neat and pressed, where before they have only ever been a complete wrinkled mess, and his hair is neatly styled in a way that might look familiar if they’ve had any sort of interaction with his fake brother, Conan.
No, he’s not droned - perhaps the genuine accident that was the spilt milk earlier that morning spared his “family” - ... he’s just not Kaito. For anyone who bothers to approach, he’ll identify himself as one Shinichi Kudo, detective. This is KID, incognito, and he’s been shot earlier today by a killdrone, but good luck catching on to that, either.]
[Despite all of the “excitement” of the past few days, the milk still gets delivered everyday at 5:00 am, and the same can be said for the milk at 768 Bunker St. What is different about the delivery today, however, is the shadow that detaches itself from the roof following the milk’s arrival as Kaito leaps nimbly from the roof to land beside the milk bottles with barely a sound.
He still doesn’t know very much about his “dad” or “mom”, but he knows quite enough about his “little brother” that he’s not about to risk that the boy try anything stupidly noble like drink the damned stuff.]
[Speaking of his “little brother” the small detective had woken up well before five in the morning and was waiting patiently without a sound just on the other side of the door- the moment it turned to be five he pushed the door open and stepped out just in time to see his “brother’s” landing.]
You again!? [But he quickly regains his calm and points at the milk.] Don’t drink that, Kaito-niichan! It’s bad for you!
[Che. Of course the brat would be up and watching the door. Kaito stuffs his hands irritably in his pockets and eyes the smaller boy.] Who said I was gonna drink it, huh? Maybe I wanted to make sure growing kids like you didn’t drink it by accident.
I wasn’t going to drink it. [He was still running experiments on the stuff, after all.] But I was worried someone might throw it out before I could get a hold of more.
… more for your little experiments? [Crouching down beside the milk and reaching for it with one hand, eyes never coming off of Conan.] You shouldn’t be doing stuff like that without adult supervision. It’s dangerous. And it’s not worth the risk that you might try to taste some to see if it’s arsenic.
I’m not going to taste it if there’s poison in it. [...he’s moving over a little closer so he can snatch that milk away- but first to look inconspicuous.]
[Kaito gives Conan a ‘bullshit’ look.] Just like you wouldn’t jump off of skyscrapers to get a chance to talk to KID, right?
...I told you, I had a para-glider. [Conan lunges suddenly to grab the bottle of milk and try to pull it away from his “brother”]
[But Kaito is onto him and lunges for the milk at the same time. A tug-of-war ensues.]
[It was inevitable really, that it would come to this. What made Conan think he even stood a chance at stealing something from someone he suspected was an international jewel thief was a true mystery- what wasn’t a mystery was the fate of the milk bottle as he refused to let it go.]
Let go!
No you let go! Listen to your elders! [... never mind the fact that Conan as Shinichi was technically older than Kaito. They were both acting like children now. The tugging quickly grows more frenzied, neither boy willing to let the other take the fall for him and eventually the milk slips from both of their hands, smashing onto the ground in a spill of milk and broken glass. Kaito hisses.]
Shit...
II. Action >> Location: John Doe Park >> Noon
[Kaito is standing in John Doe Park, apparently waiting for someone. However, if your characters ever had the opportunity to meet him before, something doesn’t seem quite right about him: his clothes are neat and pressed, where before they have only ever been a complete wrinkled mess, and his hair is neatly styled in a way that might look familiar if they’ve had any sort of interaction with his fake brother, Conan.
No, he’s not droned - perhaps the genuine accident that was the spilt milk earlier that morning spared his “family” - ... he’s just not Kaito. For anyone who bothers to approach, he’ll identify himself as one Shinichi Kudo, detective. This is KID, incognito, and he’s been shot earlier today by a killdrone, but good luck catching on to that, either.]