[action!spam-- backdated to when the brainwashing wears off]

[kaitopants]

[Brainwashed!Kaito is in the middle of playing catch with himself in the front yard of 1762 Beaver Street this sunny afternoon. He's grinning cheerfully to himself, but anyone who is familiar with the drones knows that there's something completely off and wrong about that grin.

What do you do? Bother the poor drone or leave him be?]

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[lafillebleue]

[Aoko is sitting on the stoop. Eyeing.]

[More like a glare, really.]

[There's nothing to do, though, until it wears off.]

[Then there may be doom.]

[kaitopants]

[he catches the baseball and lowers his gaze toward her, before he bounds off at her happily]

Come on, Aoko, help me practice!

[lafillebleue]

[The look she shoots back to him in return is purely baleful. Get your own balls, Kaito. Dooooom.]

[kaitopants]

[Brainwashed!Kaito didn't seem to notice]

Just for ten minutes!

[badend_replay]

[ Little sis is here to keep an eye on her big brother, in case she needs to damage control the drone-stupid. ]

... So, this again, ne?

[kaitopants]

[He skips over to her]

Rika! Sis, come play catch!

Return of the bffl?

[tickingheart]

[Guess who else has a baseball?]

Hey! Kaito!

HAHAHAHA YES

[kaitopants]

[he lifts a hand to wave]

Hey, Kaito! Wanna play?

[tickingheart]

[A grin, tossing the ball in a lazy arc to the other.]

Sure.

[kaitopants]

[holindg up his baseball glove]

Come on, throw me a fastball!