He had almost decided not to do it. Sure, Kaito was the scum of the Earth and deserved a horrible, painful death, but it might be more trouble than it was worse. Oh, but if that filth was going to break into Bel’s house, then he was done for.
Quietly slipping out behind the thief, he grabbed the other by the hair, yanking him back.
“How ironic. I was just thinking the same.”
Well this was a terrible idea.
“I really- hope your idea of a talk doesn’t involve slitting me open,” he gritted his teeth as he was manhandled, not unused to but also not exactly welcome to the idea of getting slaughtered again. “Because I- ‘m not exactly sure we’re on the same page here.”