#♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛ ᴋɪꜱꜱ? ❞ ¦ 「 Kokichi and Kaito 」

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" A....buffet? Are you going to eat me? " Kaito shivered at the other.

-   ✩   「   @rosanimemuses​   」   ✩

「 ☆ 」   .... Oh.

There are several ways he can play this... So, after a brief blink and a study of the other, surprise gives way to a slow, cat-like smirk and lidding of his eyes. Violet hues glittering, he allows a bit of shadow to overtake his face. Nothing too serious... But just enough to give the illusion of a predator— small as he may be —sizing up their prey.

 ❝  That depends...... Do you want me to?~  ❞     「 ☆ 」 

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" Hey, I'm Kaito Momota! Luminary of the stars! " a young child with messy hair and tones of little bandaids on his knees and elbows. " I'm an Adventurer! Wanna become my assistant? " ( to Lil' Kitaro - childhood besties threads let's go!~!! )

-   ✩   「   @crushedmystars​  」   ✩

「 ☆ 」   Kitaro starts when he’s abruptly approached by a very odd boy. Not that he can claim to be much better. Stumbling back a few steps at the sudden intrusion, arms stick out as Kit haphazardly regains his balance, shoes squeaking on the slippery grass. Sighing with relief at not falling down in front of a newcomer, Kit straightens his crooked paper crown— shining silver in the sunlight thanks to the foil lining it —and tightens the knot keeping his cape in place. Edges are frayed, rips on the purple fabric further attesting to what the little king has endured on his adventures.

Resting his hands on his hips, pale limbs are adorned with colorful bandaids on par with the stranger’s, gathering in a swarm on his hands. Wrapped carefully around tiny fingers, a testament to Kitaro’s stubborn dream of becoming an expert swordsman and his unrivaled ability to get his hands on sharp objects when adults have their backs turned. Lifting his chin in an effort to make looking up at someone somehow feel like looking down upon them, Kit beams a proud smile,  ❝  Adventurer, huh? Well, Star Boy—  ❞  A thumb juts into his puffed out chest, smile growing bigger upon a heavily-freckled face,   ❝  I’M a King! Kitaro Ouma, King of the entire world!  ❞  

❝  And Kings are assistants to nobody. But—  ❞  Pointing at Kaito, determination radiates from the loud child, mismatched eyes of violet and grey practically shining with stars,  ❝  You can be my servant!  ❞  Every king needs loyal followers to do their bidding. Since all the other kids already know Kit as an annoying and very punchable tyrant, Kit figures this excitable guy will have to do. Apparently sold on his decision, Kit nods firmly with a hum of approval,  ❝  I could use a brave luminary to do my bidding. Plus, I haven’t conquered the stars yet, so you can help me figure out how to do that.  ❞

❝  Do a good job and maybe I’ll even give you your very own star as a thank you gift.  ❞     「 ☆ 」

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" Here, " Kaito breathed out as he shoved a clear bag of homemade dark chocolate stars. inside them was some salty-caramel filling. " This is just obligation chocolate... "

- ✩   「   @crushedmystars ​  」   ✩

「 ☆ 」   Obligation chocolate, huh? 

Kitaro doesn’t buy that for a moment, not that he’s willing to believe there’s anything TOO substantial behind the gift. No, it’d be stupid to assume that his friend was trying to pull any moves with the help of chocolate stars. Or that Kaito wants to pull any moves at all. Someone like him could have his pick of people and, as much as Kitaro might claim otherwise, the Ultimate Liar Supreme Leader is smart enough to know that he’s not at the top of the list. Probably not even close, with the sheer amount of headaches he causes Kaito.

Yet Kaito is still sticking around, after all this time... best not to break a good thing. 

Especially when that good thing causes chocolate stars to get shoved into his hands by a stubborn and easily-flustered guy.  ❝  Obligation, huh?  ❞  He muses through a snicker, lightly bouncing the bag on the palm of his hand,  ❝  Didn’t think you were the kind of guy who did things because of obligation, Momo-chan... Guess even you aren’t brave enough to risk the wrath of the Ultimate Supreme Leader, huh?  ❞  Violet hues twinkling with mischief, he winks and tosses the bag a bit higher, snatching it into his hand before it can fall too far,  ❝  That’s pretty smart of you! Giving me the proper offerings...  ❞  

❝  Otherwise, I’d be forced to send my goons after you~  ❞  Finding himself enjoying the game he’s begun, mouth works without input as Kitaro saunters around Kaito, head held high and chest puffed out with pride,  ❝  They’re pretty skilled too, y’know. I have over five-thousand assassins under my thumb. That’s half of my Evil Organization... They could kill someone before the target even had time to realize their life is in danger.  ❞  

Peeking over at Kaito, he teases through a smirk,  ❝  Of course, they learned everything they know from me.... Once, I killed twenty men before breakfast.  ❞     「 ☆ 」 

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👀 + Kokichi, why do you flirt with all the boys around you? Can't choose which one you want first?

「 ☆ 」   Huh? Flirting? The question takes Kokichi by surprise, wide violet eyes blinking quizzically at the brazen inquiry. Not that he can be one to judge. He’s hardly known for tact, albeit this is purposeful more often than not. People tend to be annoyed by blunt comments or questions. Even more useful, they tend to be taken aback by them too... Kokichi can’t say he cares for being the one taken off-guard, however briefly. 

Able to play up the surprise to the point that it could be considered ‘false’ from the start, lips purse into a small ‘o’ and head tilts in a well-practiced confused-puppy pose... before he bursts into laughter. Light-hearted sound not betraying the way his stomach twists at the thought of those boys being mentioned, he grins bright and rests his arms behind his head. A picture of unconcern, even if his words are betraying him as best they can,  ❝  First? Nee-heehee! You’re making it sound like I’m going to make my way through all of them!  ❞  

Wouldn’t THAT be something?

❝  Oooooooooh! I bet having all those big and handsome men— and a robot —wouldn’t be boring! One could hold me, while another compliments me- telling me how great I am while he feeds me snacks. One boyfriend for kisses and another to play with my haaaaaaaaair~  ❞  Kokichi chimes in a teasing tone that betrays how nice that actually sounds. Although, he wouldn’t be opposed to merely a single person doing everything. Frankly, too many people is an intimidating prospect in terms of emotional vulnerability. Having so many boyfriends... Kokichi doubts he could manage to keep just one happy.

None of this is voiced, because it doesn’t sound like the question was asking about commitment. Just flirting and close-quarters and whether Kokichi is losing his mind over this buffet of boys he’s found himself surrounded by.  ❝  But just so y’know... I don’t flirt with all the boys around me. I do have some standards, after all!  ❞  Another laugh, a small jab at those he has yet to show interest in, even though there’s no chance of them being insulted by the insinuation. It’s just him and this nosy anonymous no-face. 

❝  But aaaaaaaaaanyway...... Yeah. You got me. I can’t choose.  ❞  He bluntly replies through a carefree smile, snickering at the shameless admission. Choosing between all the amazing boys that have caught his eye is an impossible task.... because he won’t allow himself to even humor that thought. None of them would ever choose him back.   「 ☆ 」 

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" Stop saying the earth is flat. " kaito at kokichi

-  ✩   「   @crushedmystars   」   ✩

「 ☆ 」   He could just say no.

He could say no and keep going with this same joke because honestly, annoying Kaito with it has yet to lose its charm. A good joke is like a shiny new toy, you can keep loving it and loving it until it’s worn out and less-shiny than it started as. So long as it keeps being fun, then the steady decline of ‘newness’ doesn’t matter. Hell, some of the best things in life are ones that are tried-and-true… but Kaito might see that coming. Because frankly, Kokichi has half a mind to give a cheeky ‘no’.

And being predictable isn’t fun.

So…. Flashing a mischievous grin, narrowed eyes glinting and head cocking slightly, Kokichi drawls out,  ❝  Ooooooooookay….  ❞  Hands behind his back, he rocks back and forth on his heels, popping his lips and averting his gaze with a ‘nonchalant’ smile. This false innocence lasts only a moment before violet is refocused upon Kaito, brow quirked and lids lowered to look at Kaito through long lashes, practically daring the other to come and manually make him stop talking—

❝  …. Did you know that the sun revolves around the earth?  ❞     「 ☆ 」

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" What did you do now, Kitten? " Kaito shouted as he walked into Kitarou's room. he paused for a moment and felt his face burn. " I mean, Kitt. "

-  ✩   「   @crushedmystars ​  」   ✩

「 ☆ 」  Many things. Many, many, many things. Enough things that when he hears Kaito’s voice booming out towards him, Kitaro makes a mental note to not offer up any more information than necessary. Only a fool admits to crimes he hasn’t been directly accused of... and even then, only a fool admits to those crimes unless completely cornered by indisputable evidence. And even then, there’s always ways to bend the situation to your benefit. So Kit supposes that fools admit to anything at all.

Just like how a fool would let such a name slip when in the presence of Kitaro Ouma.

All plans dissipate at the sound of ‘Kitten’, eyes widening in a second of shock— tingling up his spine and dusting his freckled face pink —before he blinks and regains his composure, as he’s taught himself to do on a whim. It’s clear that Kaito was just as taken aback by the slip of the tongue. That burning face is a dead giveaway. Which means that Kitaro has been blessed with a grand opportunity. One that he won’t be letting slip through his fingers by the other male’s fumbled attempt at recovery.

❝  Nope. Nuh-uh! You’re not getting out of this THAT easily!  ❞  Kit pipes up with a laugh, spinning around in his chair— thank God he has one with wheels —so that he can face the doorway. Leaning forward with a bright grin that should make anyone who knows the tiny Supreme Leader sweat with nerves, words shift into a sing-song tone,  ❝  Yoooooooou called me Kitten!~  ❞   Ignoring the way his stomach flutters giddily at repeating it, Kit focuses on milking the tease as much as he can.

❝  That’s such a cuuuuuuuute nickname! You must think I’m super cute if you figured it fit me! Huh, Momo-chan?~  ❞  Focusing big violet eyes on Kaito, he hops out of his chair and takes a few bouncing steps towards his poor friend. Smile turning devilish, he flutters his lashes and inquires,  ❝  Just how cute DO you think I am anyway? Huh? Do you think I’m the cutest person in the entire world.... Is that why you called me Kitten?  ❞  

❝  Do you want me to curl up on your lap? Want to pet my head and give me treats?  ❞  A beat, a narrowing of his eyes and a lowering of his voice, even if his face heats up a bit unwittingly at his own following taunt,  ❝  Or are you thinking of naughtier things? Maybe you’d rather put me in a collar. Call me your pretty pet and watch me lap up some cream....  ❞ 

Yep. This was one of the best mistakes Kaito could have ever made... for Kit, anyway.   「 ☆ 」 

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