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[tickingheart]

[Filtered from Aoko and Kaito]

Does anyone have a handgun I could borrow?
[annoyed amusement] I'd like to keep up my marksmanship skills, but, the town stole my gun...

[[ooc: takes place three or four days after this actionspam/fight/murderthing]]

Comments

[bustydefense.livejournal.com]

Mmmm hmmm. Thank goodness no one has found you a chainsaw.

[tickingheart]

[He laughs pleasantly]

[tickingheart]

Aw, and here I was going to ask for that next!

[bustydefense.livejournal.com]

Good thing I got there first.

[tickingheart]

Ah, yes. Whatever would I do without your guidance?

[bustydefense.livejournal.com]

It's a terrible thought, isn't it.

[tickingheart]

That is is... That it is...

[bustydefense.livejournal.com]

So good to know we're on the same page.

[tickingheart]

So, any ideas on how I can keep myself amused without potentially deadly weapons?

[bustydefense.livejournal.com]

Oh, I don't know. Most of us have gotten by just fine without potentially deadly weapons for quite some time.

[tickingheart]

I'm a magi~cian. I play with fire and chainsaws and other deadly things!

[bustydefense.livejournal.com]

There's another magician who's gotten by quite fine without deadly things.

Remember there is NO POSSIBLE WAY to tell the difference between the two Kaito by voice or looks ^-^

[tickingheart]

Another magician? I don't think I met him yet.

yeah except that the real Kaito never asked for dangerous playthings

[bustydefense.livejournal.com]

Perhaps you should.

[tickingheart]

Sure! What's his name?

[bustydefense.livejournal.com]

Kaito. But I really think you might have already met.

[tickingheart]

[There is silence on the other end for a moment, and when he speaks again, his voice is flippant]

He uses potentially deadly things as well. Brings guns to fist-fights and stuff like that.

[bustydefense.livejournal.com]

Oh? Well, thank you for letting me know. We'll have to talk about that.

[tickingheart]

[There is silence again, a very awkward pause. Then he speaks, in an oddly stifled rush.]

... ah... could you tell him I'm sorry?

[With a "click" the phone call ends]