[The PCD switches on to reveal that, at some point since his last broadcast, Hakuba has found his way into the room and settled Kaito more comfortably on his bed. He's mostly covered by the blankets but a bangled wrist has fallen free of the confines and is draped over the edge of the bed, palm upward and fingers curled slightly in; red hair pools
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This... this was wrong. Kuroba was breaking down, and Saguru couldn't understand why.
He catches the fragmented syllables, pieces them together to form whole words. Night Mare. Oh hell. If KID met up with Night Mare...
Standing up, walking quietly in the quiet (and how quiet it was, without even the background hum of electrical appliances) until he got to the bedroom door. It opens with a creak, and he's standing there, not about to go inside.}
Night Mare, Kuroba?
{Not "nightmares", not "a nightmare". Night Mare. The man who even INTERPOL couldn't catch, who left corpses in his wake, who blackmailed thieves and got away with it.}
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Go away.
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{He steps into the room, letting the door fall half-closed behind him. Never has he wished more for electricity, if only to have a light in the hall so he can see Kuroba's expression more clearly.
What should he say? Nothing has prepared him for knowing how to handle this situation properly.}
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I don't want to deal with you Hakuba, I don't want to talk to you, I don't want to hear you say the same old accusatory shit - I just want to be left alone.
Just this once. Please.
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[He's laying on his bed, not watching the PCD just staring up to the Wara Ningyo nailed on the wall]
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You talked in sleep.
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I don't know, dreams are always strange, but I don't usually remember them.
[He's lying, of course, but he's doing a phenominal job of it.]
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They happen.
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