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[threestar_thief]

[Just what almost every Hakuba Saguru in the mansion has always wanted, a Kuroba Kaito dressed in Kaitou KID's white tuxedo and cape and monocle, but lacking the distinctive top hat.

He has a headset on his face, complete with microphone, and is hissing into it nervously in English.]

Shinichi? Answer me, dammit.

[The radio silence concerns him

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[samurai_error]

You can stop yelling. I'm here.

[Shinichi saunters over to join Kaito, dressed casually in a yukata with his sheathed katana stuck in the obi. He sizes up Kaito's strange attire curiously.]

((ooc: since Shinichi's speaking a really old form of Japanese, I'm assuming the dressing rooms automatically translates both what he says and what other people say to him -- any problems with this?))

[threestar_thief]

[Kaito's hand comes up smoothly, leveling the gun into position for a clean shot in the middle of the other boy's forehead. His expression flickers from hissing worry to shock to confusion to annoyance in the split second it takes to switch position.]

Mind telling me who you are?

[Not Shinichi, the one he knows is currently physically seven.]

[samurai_error]

Shinichi. I've no idea who you are.

[Or what the gun is, as Shinichi tilts his head to get a closer look at it.]

A projectile weapon? It must have great force to make up for the small ... what's the word. Exit?

[threestar_thief]

I know Shinichi, and you're not him. Too tall, for one thing.

[There's a shimmer on the surface of the gun, something not quite natural about it, but nothing more.

And Kaito didn't answer the question, and didn't lower the gun.]