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[mimickedly]

Day: 60.
Characters: Phantom Thief X (Kaitou Sai) and Shira (and Graham, if he so does wish)
Summary: Bffing for this violent kids.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Day/morning (after X's post/before Kiric comes in).
Status: Closed.

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Shira hardly had anything better to do these days than beating the shit out of a brat. Essentially, that was just what he needed around this time. The days were growing shorter, it was getting uncomfortably cold even for his understanding here, and even without that, his mood wasn't the best anymore. Nothing really happened - the staff, previously so openly brutal, were staying down, keeping silent, and none of the things he'd seen upon his arrival here even seemed to have ever happened

[mimickedly]

Why was he down here again

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Shira stared down at that boy, at that - brat. The boy - probably a boy, too flat for a girl - was more than a head shorter than him, and skinny as a stick. And that kid was the one talking all big earlier?

But the guts the boy had impressed Shira. There was no sign of fear, no bit of even hidden tension in his approach. Shira was a veteran when it came to fighting, and dumb as he looked, necessity and experience had given him a lot of skill in reading his opponent's body language. He could tell the difference between a bluff and real fearlessness, unless it was a damn good bluff - but here, there was nothing, no tension, no fear, no mistrust even. Just curiosity and that fucking clueless stare.

"'Hello'?"

And he stared back for a long moment, from his one eye, slightly hunched over because the straightjacket holding his one arm down and tight to his body didn't let him stand properly.

"So," he began after another moment, frowning at the curious stare. "An' what now?"

[mimickedly]

"Hello!"

He repeated again, in case the man didn't understand. After all, he didn't seem all that bright -- almost like Leech. Leech wasn't very smart and just did what he was told, as long as he had proper motivation. That was what he was getting from this man. Blue eyes moved to stare at the straightjacket that the man was in and he clicked his tongue almost, looking amused at this. He was an obvious threat to the community, if the rash way he had confronted the boy before wasn't enough to give that away. Easily manipulated.

He wasn't afraid of this man either. And the man knew that.

"I don't remember."

He admitted -- and this was true -- and frowned back, tilting his head to the side and staring upwards with those arms swinging. "It musn't be that important then." That was true as well. He couldn't remember unimportant things, and he had tried. But they were a waste of time to try and remember and he couldn't ever remember past a week. But his brain knew what it was doing, he supposed.