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Now that he had eaten some rotten eggs (and by the way, if he saw an egg flavour, he was going to interrogate the old man afterwards), Kaito had decided to start splitting all the things he did like so far into one big bowl, for later consumption. Sure, if it wasn't memorable enough, then it wasn't worth it, but some of the finer things in life were things... that... uh... okay, nevermind. His memory was pretty dang great, anyway, so there wasn't a need for this technique. It just so happened that he wanted to steal the things he did like before Amel realized how great they were.

"Hyorin?" He returned with a hum, mouth hugging the end of the spoon and trying to think of how his pet hyena had been doing. Progress was definitely made, and the attempts of assassination on his couch had depleted since she had first earned her place there, but how was her attitude?

"She's... still... cranky, I guess." Kaito muttered out loud while licking chocolate off metal. "I mean, I never expected her to be like a puppy, but she seems settled now that I'm living alone again. Even claimed the spare room as her own."

Aoko's disappearance had therefore made Hyorin the woman of the house, so the hyena declared. He had no issues with this, sans the fact that if his best friend ever did return, he would probably get a walloping for the now terrible state of her bedroom. His pet had actually shown a few protective instincts now that she had gotten used to him, sometimes growling at the postman who squealed and ran away like a baby at her first appearance.

(He was used to her now, but still pissed himself whenever they met eyes.)

"How about you?" The thief asked too, mixing together some vanilla and raspberry. "How's your casket of pets doing?"

Ugh, he hadn’t expected Kaito’s reaction to be so—so underwhelming and boring. Although as unfortunate as it was, Amel did at least derive some enjoyment from watching Kaito begrudgingly do as he was besought to do, which was rather rare given how impudent the older teen could be at times, so he couldn’t be too picky in terms of the outcome.

Well, if Kaito said it tasted fine, then that would probably mean ordinary people thought the same too… so he decided to try it out for himself, despite previous apprehension upon reading the labels. 

It tasted fine, he supposed.

Truth to be told, he could hardly understand subjective standards and was absolutely clueless when it came down to determining what tasted good, what looked good, and so on—forming his own opinions was hard without a sort of guide, but since Kaito was apparently very ordinary, then using him as a basis of what to think of things would probably be okay.

…

Probably.

Putting that much faith in Kaito was probably too much, now that he thought about it again. The older teen wasn’t exactly what he had expected the embodiment of honor and scrupulousness to be like. In fact, seeing Kaito in that light was just hilarious, he felt a little dejected about himself that he even considered the idea.

“…How’s the hyena doing?” he asked suddenly, staring down at the label that said ‘hamburger’. Hamburgers tasted good… so this one might have more appeal…

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“O-Oi, don’t treat me like a character in a book?!”

“He says, despite knowing very well that he is the gross one.”

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“You’re the gross one.”

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Fantastic.

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There are no words.

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Over-reacting was not his forte. He was chill, absolutely, almost all the time - in fact, his poker face had been so unneeded as of late -- that was how chill he had become. It just so happened that this ice cream was absolutely terrible, and he considered the fact that perhaps Amel's taste buds were broken. How were they ever going to find out her favourite ice cream if she wasn't even cringing at the thought of pickles and honey?!

Disgraceful.

(He expected her to be so picky too, given her status. How had he gotten it wrong?)

Trust was a fickle concept. It wasn't that Kaito was mistrusting - not at all - in fact he had stated himself that he would rather die than not trust a person, but that didn't mean he couldn't be dubious. Staring at the displayed bowls, his eyes squinted, scrutinizing their colours for some indication of their flavour, because if the small witch had proposed the idea of trying them, then it was clearly an awful idea. Times two. Times three.

Too bad Kaito had enough pride to challenge that of a lion, and he was almost sure that it was going to be his downfall one day.

"Fine," he hissed like a disgruntled cat, but also like a cat attempting to feign apathy. He grasped at the bowls and pulled both close to his side, then scooped up two gracious portions into one spoon before shoving it into his mouth without the slightest hint of hesitation. Truly, he was dreading the momen-- OH GOD THAT WAS DISGUSTING.

WHAT WAS THAT-- WHY-- WHO EVEN-- THIS WASN’T EVEN ICE CREAM ANYMORE--

...

"T-Tastes fine."

It was only by one year, but finding out that Kaito was still older than him (even if it was by one—one insignificant, irrelevant, little year… one year that made all the difference in the end) still bugged him. Tch…

Disgruntled, he retorted, “Respect my elders, my ass, you’re only—oh, my.” And then he was interrupted by the comedy routine of Kaito Kuroba. He stared (judged), and then took the liberty of spooning the same flavor into his mouth out of sheer curiosity, wondering just how awful it was to prompt that kind of reaction. He still didn’t quite get it. 

“I think it has a strong flavor… but overreacting is your forte, that much I can see for sure…”

And as if a lightbulb had appeared on top of his head, Amel pushed a particular bowl toward Kaito, with the label of ‘garlic’ facing away from him. With a sincere expression and some sparkles, he said earnestly, almost pleadingly, “Please try this one, I think you would like it.” 

And then he scooted forth another bowl in a similar fashion, labeled ‘hot dog.’ “And this one too, you’ll love it, I’m positive. Try it. Both at once, maybe. Please.”

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4. Holding their hand for the first time

How this had happened, he had no idea.

-- Actually, wait, scratch that. This was entirely his fault. While out, they had reached a busy road, apparently having been caught up in rush hour on their way back from their rendezvous, and the wait at the junction had been so long that Kaito had decided to tease the younger magician. "You know, kids are supposed to hold hands with their guardian when crossing busy roads." He had mused aloud, casually, and without much care of the outcome.

The outcome, of course, was karma. Through his peripheral vision, he caught her dark hues, boring into him as if she were trying to kill him on the spot with a look alone, but it wasn't working, and she had resorted to the (natural) different resort. Now they were at the current situation, with the roads still busy, and with Amel snootily holding his hand while looking away with some sort of haughty expression. Snide. Amused.

Glad that she had yet again succeeded in making Kaito look like a lolicon in front of other people waiting at the pavement.

"What?" She mused, eyeing him lazily with the slightest of smiles; deadly and venomous. "Didn't you say we should hold hands?"

Said phrase had caught the attention of a parent beside him, whose eyes widened and zoned in on the brunet, begging for an explanation that he could not offer.

"I hate you."

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“Kaito. Yah.” She gave a poke at the other’s head stiffly. While they weren’t on the worst terms, she refused to have to put up with this. After he groaned and signaled he had to intention to wake up and move, she gave a sigh.

Scooping the other up with a small heave, she casually jogged to find the place- Ah, yes. Carefully making sure the added weight wasn’t going to topple her over on one side, she lifted her arms straight out with the other still hanging on- and after a moment of quiet savory contemplation, let go. Time seemed to slow as the body fell into the cool water of the canal-

-Sploosh!

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“So manyyy...! Are you doing this on purpose?”

30. Favorite movie?

“That one sad movie about the dog. Marley and Me. She says it’s not her favourite, but that it’s the most memorable. I think it’s just cause she cries like a baby... -- oi, shut up, I don’t cr-- I’m doing the answering!”

32. Best friend(s) on tumblr?

“This person here. Also a few others, but she finds it embarassing to point them out.”

33. Enemies?

“... See as above.”

35. Favorite color?

“Orange.”

37. Hot or cold weather?

“Y’know, for someone who lives in Britain, she hates warm weather. I’d hate to see her come to Japan, the summers here are too hot.”

38. Favorite season?

“Autumn? Maybe Spring? I’m going on a whim with this one. I think we’re opposites, because I don’t hate the winter, it just gives me a ton of colds.”

39. Have they ever seen snow?

“Yup, but it gets wet really easily over there, and it doesn’t last long.”

40. Dream location?

“I’d say where I am, Japan, but she claims it doesn’t exist. Something about a place where she gets to easily meet all of you guys.”

41. Hopes and dreams?

“Pass! I ain’t delving into this one because it’s complicated, but I guess if we’re being simple, standard stuff. House, rabbits, stable relationship... not that I blame her.”

42. Career choice?

“Lecturer, that much I know! She came to the conclusion this year. I only know this because she apparently finds me inspirational for certain reasons, keke~”

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31. Favorite genre of music?

“To be honest, I ain’t got a clue. I don’t even think she knows what she likes anymore. Some sort of alternative... thing.”

47. Pets?

“She’s got this black labrador. He’s actually pretty cute -- much cuter than her -- and likes kisses. Gross, but y’know, dogs for you?”

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“She dragged me away from my game for this...”

5. Birthday?

“April fools,” he says this in really annoying English. “Which is also a pretty memorable day for me too, I guess.”

13. Dislikes?

“She says me, but she’s lying. How am I supposed to know this? Bugs... when erasers get too blunt... dying tablets... falling asleep with headphones on. Really petty stuff.”

14. Likes?

“Me--” WHACK. “What the hell-- fine--! Her giiirlfriend, chocolate, this one yandere guy, dogs, rabbits -- hates me for giving away one -- uh, drawing? But she never draws me.”

34. Favourite food?

“Constantly changes! Pretty sure she could survive on fries, though.”

36. Favourite animal?

“Alpacas. Lately she has this stigma on goats because of them, which I don’t get. I like goats. They’re cool.”

48. Ideal significant other? 

“I don’t care much about this one. She already has a girlfriend -- what’s the point in-- wait, what do you mean your ideal is Hakuba?!“

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That was more like it--!

... So he thought, and then berated himself for sounding like a masochist. Kaito groaned and rubbed his face into his hand while she rambled on and on about being a princess or -- whatever she wanted to call herself. It took a lot of concentration and a good hold on his own tongue to refrain from saying he had met much cuter princesses. Princesses that adored him and wanted him to steal them away into the night...

Sweet Princess Anne, Europe must have been such a nice place to raise a girl like her. Too bad that their magic trick had lasted a total of ten minutes, he would have liked her company much better had he not been shot at endlessly by a very grumpy detective.

Oh, wait, right, Amel was talking? Something about his age. He had only really caught something about 'sixteen', which was probably her clearing up a misunderstanding, and then another thing about his age. Come to think of it, he had stated that he was nineteen when they first met. (Not that it was actually him. The witch still insisted that his name was Okuta, until this day, yet doubted the age he had set up for the very loosely based persona. Imagine, his greatest and longest disguise, modeled after a bad pun.)

"Shut up. I'm seventeen, so start respecting your elders..." He grumbled as he spooned a yellow looking ice cream into his mouth, then regretted it the moment he choked and swallowed with an expression one could only really acquire when having stared at the sun for too long. 

"What the hell--" A squint at the label. "Who decided pickles and honey would be a masterpiece and why the heck is jii-chan selling it?!"

Well, that façade ended faster than he had intended it do. Alas… that was alright, he was suffering inside anyway.

“Oh! Strike one, two more and your face will be on the ground,” he warned with sarcastic cheer as he picked up a spoon and had to lean across the god dang table to even scoop up a sample of that icy cold goodness (curse the limitations of a twelve year old body).

“How rude. I’m basically a princess—soon to be queen, any guy who has the honor of going out on a date with me should feel blessed that they are granted the privilege of being with me. Especially to celebrate this particular human tradition.”

The next moment was spent taste testing the new flavor, but as expected, he wasn’t sure what to think of it. (It tasted good, sure, but practically everything tasted good to him…) 

“Truth to be told, I’m actually sixteen, if that’s any consolation,” he added as he spooned a tiny portion of an orange sherbet. “But Okuta is nineteen, so you said when I first asked you. That was a lie, wasn’t it? If anything, you’re probably… seven years old.”

And then he resorted to dragging the little bowls closer to him for the sake of saving himself from pulling a muscle from all the stretching he was doing. (Not that he would have actually pulled a muscle, but it was such a drag.)

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Fine! So he came here a lot, sue him! It was embarrassing to admit that he dropped by alone all the time, so much that even the owner was delighted at him bringing a (not) twelve-year-old along!

Naturally in a bad mood, Kaito seated himself across from her and rested his elbows on the table, cheek in hands, then watched as it slowly began to fill up with colours - hues reflexing off the shiny surface below it. The weather was unfortunately a lot more sullen than expected, cloudy and bleak with no real concern for pathetic fallacy in relation to other couples, but at least he could appreciate the sun's disappearance. His defensive outburst had only injured his throat more.

(By the way, why were there so many heart balloons today? Even the parlour had a few tied to the bars, and tons of shops had rose petals sprinkled all over the displays.)

"Tch, looks like you've gone back to normal." He sourly muttered, although his attitude was the complete opposite of how relieved he felt. Being around a kind Amel was just weird, and he had planned on bringing out the worst of her (read: normal side) later on after he had settled, anyway. "I'm not a lolicon, geez... you're not even ten, despite how much you look like a kid."

A slow pause, before he coughed into his hand out of need and picked up his spoon once a raspberry swirl bowl had arrived. "Besides, I'd feel sorry for any guy who went out on a date with you, even if you paid the tab."

If only to spite his “date,” Amel went ahead and took his sweet time sitting down in the chair that Kaito had pulled out for him, finding conversation between the elderly store owner and the apparent regular customer (and Kaito said he didn’t come here a lot, hmph), however brief it was, to be amusing.

Amusing enough that he had to use one hand to cover the smug grin that had resulted not only from how terribly clichéd the horrible misunderstanding felt, but also how strangely humorous the exchange following that was. It was his first time seeing an elderly man with so much energy, it was admirable and almost inspirational—especially when he was only sixteen and already suffering from muscle soreness, fatigue, and migraines on a daily basis, but anyway. 

(On a more relevant note, was that fish and chip gelato?)

“…Should we have called this a date after all?” He shifted his eyes at Kaito sardonically. “Being known as a lolicon in exchange for as much ice cream as you could eat, it’s like equivalent exchange, isn’t it? Fufu…” Well, the only one who would be losing their pride and dignity would be Kaito, whereas in contrast, Amel would most likely be able to come out relatively unscathed. 

(The joys of having the advantage… if only he had this sort of position in more important situations.)

Folding his hands neatly, he scooted closer to the table and offered, “I can help pay if it’s too much for you to handle alone.”

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"Kaito-kun comes a lot." The old man said with a delighted grunt, already ushering himself over to his stall and away from the small, silver tables that were accompanied by a lone couple not too far off. Although the shop itself was small, the owner had indeed dedicated its design to having a wide range of flavours, with rows and rows of colours and designs that even Kaito would have questioned. Whoever decided Oreos would be a good frozen yoghurt...

... was a genius.

"Chocolate today, too?" He asked, and the magician gave a wave before doing the gentleman-y thing and pulling out a chair for Amel to sit in. This, of course, was a bad idea, since said gesture had apparently awoken something in the elder, and the thief regretted every second he stood there holding the back of the seat. You would have to be blind to miss the twinkle in the other's eye, and before he got out a word, the shop keeper excitedly proclaimed;

"Kaito-kun, you're on a date? Oh, for you two, you can have as many on the hou--"

And Kaito grossly replied:

"What?! Ew, no!"

Said exchange was short, sour, and left both of them feeling disappointed. The old man, because his regular had still not acquired some sort of girlfriend on this joyous day (although Amel's age had him wary) and Kaito because he had apparently missed out on some sort of couple's deal. "A-Anyway, we'll actually have everything you've got, jii-chan. Small scoops."

"E-Everything?"

"Yup, everything." His assurance relit the fire inside the elderly man, and he set straight to work in delivering every flavour he had to their table.

“Ice cream run…?” Sub crawl? Alcohol? Subway trains and alcohol??

The human world had the strangest practices…

“Ah, uhn, that sounds… lovely,” he agreed uncertainly, though his tone more or less conveyed the message of ‘I don’t know what that means but okay,’ even without him meaning for it to. Ah well, at least Kaito had slowed down considerably now that they were focusing on the ice cream, making it a lot easier than before to keep up.

Though, at this point, keeping up wasn’t all that much of a priority—apparently, they’ve already arrived at their destination?

The parlor’s appearance was most certainly underwhelming. For some reason, he had imagined a sort of pretentiously fancy structure decorated in gold, but the reality was only a simple and modest establishment. He wasn’t disappointed, though, it was just very ordinary and gave off commoner person vibes. It felt like something that would be a location for a date in a high school television drama? 

Observing the interactions without much thought, he grew quiet as he continued to tag along Kaito. There was a little bit of anxiety within him as he felt he didn’t really belong here, in a standard ice cream shoppe that regular people went to—it was weird, but he felt this way when he first came to the human world, so it was nothing out of the ordinary…

“You know each other?” he decided to ask in a hushed voice.

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Wait, wait, wait--!! What were those s-slimey things? Octopuses? They weren’t octopuses, right?!

“Uhhh... th... anks.”

It would be cruel to feed this to his hyena, wouldn’t it. Kaito would just have to... work around the fishy thingies.