[She would be correct. If he had known it had been for her it might have altered his suggestion.] Too predictable? ... [Rolling his eyes as she further confirms that it was] It would match your eyes. [Looking briefly to her eyes to confirm that, before feeling oddly uncomfortable and averting his gaze]
Didn't you spend several minutes taking me to task that some men do have work done on their nails? Now you're excluding them from having knowledge on fake nails? [Her explanation made sense though. For a photo shoot all you had to do was fool the cameras. Look- if she was wearing them and they happened to be in a pattern he could get behind he likely wouldn't say anything disparaging about them] ... Guess so. [Lips quirking up in smug satisfaction at her admission. Was he teasing her? He totally was.] .. Or it was a fluke, or he wasn't strong enough to break free. [Making a mental note to try this positive reinforcement with Ann sometime.] .. It's not his.. forget it, I'm tired of this argument.
The likelihood of that happening is low- I know how to pace myself. [To anyone that knew Seto well they would know this wasn't true. He was always pushing himself, harder and harder- working long into the night if need be. He did not in fact know how to pace himself. What she said next gave him pause] ... Yeah, I remember. [At least having the sense not to fire back with something witty on this subject. He didn't even point out that she shouldn't be using the codenames outside of her disguise. There likely wasn't anyone within earshot but sound travelled differently] ... [Crow. The name wasn't one he'd heard before so using the process of elimination that only left so many suspects. Joker and Panther were known quantities, so that left Akechi and Kasumi.. so.. Akechi then. Underestimating Kasumi? You betcha] Is he still...? [Swallowing a bit before proceeding. It's not like he cared all that much about the boy he barely interacted with but it was a sensitive subject] Like- dead, dead? He's gone?
[Her willingness to continue talking about these ridiculous fake creatures let him know that she was alright. To some extent] We should take the glass shards and use them for various applications if they can just grow more. [The worry was genuine, since he wasn't sure if she would be honest if she had actually been injured. He wouldn't have been. The jest could have been a slip] ... [Not a very funny joke, in his opinion but he managed to keep that to himself. When she takes a step forward, he's not sure what the intention is, he debates recoiling backwards but doesn't, intrigued and not wanting to appear as if he's afraid of retaliation. When she leans up and presses her lips to his cheek he is dumbstruck. Again. Everything from the soft texture of her lips, to the feeling of her breath brushing lightly against his cheek a mere moment before seems etched into his mind. His mind races with possible reactions, essentially locking him in place. Maybe he should have- pushed her away? Shouldn't he let her know that this sort of behavior was not acceptable?! Was it acceptable?! It shouldn't be. Right? Riddled with contradictions he could feel his face burning where she had kissed him- was she wearing lipstick? Not to go jogging, surely! Although he wanted to reach up and cup a hand to his cheek he managed to stop himself, letting his arm drop back to his side.] .. Whatever- don't go... losing your head about it. [Did that seem casual enough? Despite the halting nature of the delivery? Why was he so apprehensive?!]
[He was almost glad for the subject change now] I'm just saying they don't have much of an opportunity to run into me. Probably? I don't really recall, they didn't leave an impression. What did you do to incur their wrath?
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Didn't you spend several minutes taking me to task that some men do have work done on their nails? Now you're excluding them from having knowledge on fake nails? [Her explanation made sense though. For a photo shoot all you had to do was fool the cameras. Look- if she was wearing them and they happened to be in a pattern he could get behind he likely wouldn't say anything disparaging about them] ... Guess so. [Lips quirking up in smug satisfaction at her admission. Was he teasing her? He totally was.] .. Or it was a fluke, or he wasn't strong enough to break free. [Making a mental note to try this positive reinforcement with Ann sometime.] .. It's not his.. forget it, I'm tired of this argument.
The likelihood of that happening is low- I know how to pace myself. [To anyone that knew Seto well they would know this wasn't true. He was always pushing himself, harder and harder- working long into the night if need be. He did not in fact know how to pace himself. What she said next gave him pause] ... Yeah, I remember. [At least having the sense not to fire back with something witty on this subject. He didn't even point out that she shouldn't be using the codenames outside of her disguise. There likely wasn't anyone within earshot but sound travelled differently] ... [Crow. The name wasn't one he'd heard before so using the process of elimination that only left so many suspects. Joker and Panther were known quantities, so that left Akechi and Kasumi.. so.. Akechi then.
Underestimating Kasumi? You betcha] Is he still...? [Swallowing a bit before proceeding. It's not like he cared all that much about the boy he barely interacted with but it was a sensitive subject] Like- dead, dead? He's gone?[Her willingness to continue talking about these ridiculous fake creatures let him know that she was alright. To some extent] We should take the glass shards and use them for various applications if they can just grow more. [The worry was genuine, since he wasn't sure if she would be honest if she had actually been injured.
He wouldn't have been. The jest could have been a slip] ... [Not a very funny joke, in his opinion but he managed to keep that to himself. When she takes a step forward, he's not sure what the intention is, he debates recoiling backwards but doesn't, intrigued and not wanting to appear as if he's afraid of retaliation. When she leans up and presses her lips to his cheek he is dumbstruck. Again. Everything from the soft texture of her lips, to the feeling of her breath brushing lightly against his cheek a mere moment before seems etched into his mind. His mind races with possible reactions, essentially locking him in place. Maybe he should have- pushed her away? Shouldn't he let her know that this sort of behavior was not acceptable?! Was it acceptable?! It shouldn't be. Right? Riddled with contradictions he could feel his face burning where she had kissed him- was she wearing lipstick? Not to go jogging, surely! Although he wanted to reach up and cup a hand to his cheek he managed to stop himself, letting his arm drop back to his side.] .. Whatever- don't go... losing your head about it. [Did that seem casual enough? Despite the halting nature of the delivery? Why was he so apprehensive?!][He was almost glad for the subject change now] I'm just saying they don't have much of an opportunity to run into me. Probably? I don't really recall, they didn't leave an impression. What did you do to incur their wrath?