she crosses her arms while furrowing her eyebrows – faking irritation as easily as he fakes being insulted as, just like kaito, the grin on her lips betrays her. however, when kaito makes a rose appear being sticking into her hair, kazuha can’t help but blush.
still, despite her blush ( and the slight quickening of her heart – she doesn’t usually like to show it when she’s flattered, but it should be okay once in a while, right ? ), she raises an eyebrow at kaito’s comment. ‘ if so, does that mean ya’ll be usin’ the FRONT door from now on, since now i should expect ya to come visit me through the balcony ? ’
He’s smug at her blush; even if she doesn’t say it out loud, he knows she’s pleased, and that just strokes his ego all the more.
(Not that he’ll ever admit it, but is also assuages his fears- he wants to make her happy, even when it’s hard to admit that much without hiding it behind a wall of teasing like he had always done with Aoko, and sometimes it’s hard.)
“Nope, because now you expect me to use the front door since I showed you my logic. I can’t use the balcony door though, either, so maybe I should find some other place. Do you have any recommendations? The roof, perhaps?”
♂: Is there any kind of music, you hear while writing? What kind of music?
♂: Is there any kind of music, you hear while writing? What kind of music?
Hmmm, hear or listen to? Because sometimes I’ll “hear” a song when I’m writing a character that I relate the song to (ex, Breathe by Circus-P is my anthem for Hinako Nozakura from Murcielago).
Listening to music, however, it’s usually just what I’m obsessed with at the moment. For the past few weeks it’s been alternating between Echo by Crusher-P and Deep Blue Town from iMarine Project.
kazuha had BLINKED upon seeing the call from kaito, but she answered it before putting it to her own ear. her eyebrows furrow in confusion, however, upon hearing kaito’s request to open her door, but she nods ( even though kaito can’t see her ) as she states, ‘ yeah, i got ya. ’ walking to the front of her apartment, kazuha opens the door with one hand only to blink ( yet again ) when she notices no one there.
‘ err – kaito – ’she starts before realising her folly ( would kaito really go through the front door ? well, he DID sometimes, but… ) ‘ ya need ta tell me if yer at the front door or the balcony door ‘cause if ya just say “door” i dun’o what you mean, ’ she complains as she walks from the front door to her apartment to her balcony, opening the curtains and the door. she hung up the phone once she’d opened the curtains and put it back in her pocket. still, despite her complaints, she GRINS when she sees kaito. ‘ ya couldn’t’ve used the front door like a normal person, idiot ? ’
“I thought you knew me better than that, Kazuha! Did you really expect me to use the front door, like a normal person?”
He’s only teasing despite the hurt leaking into his voice, and his grin is proof enough. Kazuha knows he’s not exactly a ‘normal person’, and frankly, he’s more offended that she would clump him in with the common rabble.
“I only use the front door for people I don’t like. It makes them confused and scared.”
He slides past Kazuha and through the doorway, but not before producing a rose the same color as her bow and sticking it in her hair.
“You know, that’s a magician thing. When you do a trick too much, people start to expect the trick, so you have to change it up and do something else.”
There weren’t many people on the street, which made sense considering Kaito was loitering around a fairly residential part of Osaka, and that made it even easier to look at ease where he currently was, perched on a certain balcony with his phone to his ear. He couldn’t see Kazuha through the door, but he sure hoped she was at least at home; if she wasn’t, it would make his entire trip pointless.
“Random question for no important reason at all, but can you open your door?”
