thief-ofheart:

Oh shit, did he know him?

He suddenly looked scared, leaning on his heels with wide eyes. This could either be a good thing or a bad thing, although it seems everyone in the house knew of him… He had to wonder how. “Mm… Really? Funny, that’s the third time I’ve heard that today” He’s starting to get suspicious.

Akio’s head ducked as his hair was ruffled, letting out a little squeak and reaching up in an attempt to put it back into place- Although he soon realized he didn’t care and left it to be a mess. …. Messier mess. “Oh… Okay, I don’t think I’ll do it, my family’s not here but it’s kind of weird to even think about. You can continue to do it, though.”

Nodding as he was given his name he peeked into he room, tidy enough, looks like he was working on something though and decided sitting on the bed would be the better idea since Kaito’s desk was covered in stuff and he didn’t want to accidently ruin anything. “Magician- Thief???” well there’s two things Akio would have never put into the same sentence.

…. Kind of made sense the more he thought about it though, wow.

“Me?” the child pointed to himself, mouth agape slightly. He had… No idea how to answer this, there was nothing special about him, at least, nothing special that anyone would actually wanted to hear about

“Um… I’m an elementary school student in a small rural town, I’m in grade 2″ yup, that’s all he could think of, face squishing up slightly as he tried to find something interesting along the lines of magician or thief. What kinds of things did adults even like to hear about? “My current ambition is to own a pet… But my mom’s allergic to pet dandruff”

He felt embarrassed, probably looked embarrassed too, this was such boring stuff…

Elementary school…see, it would have been funnier if Akio had turned into a small tantei-kun….er, a kaitou-kun, in his case, retaining his memories but just in a tinier package, but that didn’t seem to be what happened. “That’s cute,” he muttered slightly to himself as he attempted to tidy his desk. While the rest of his room was pretty neat, there were admittedly tools and scrap metal strewn across his desk the floor there-under. He wasn’t quite sure where the project was going, only that it was probably going to be loud and boisterous and at least mildly destructive. It was hard, being a teenage genius. It was hard, and nobody understood except probably all the other teenage genii on the island.

“Well there’s no mom stopping you from getting a pet here, and I doubt anybody in the house is allergic to dandruff- might have to ask them, though.” Oh, Morgana would probably have his head if she heard Kaito suggesting that Akio get a pet that wasn’t her. “What do you think you’d like best? A cat? A dog? How about a flying squirrel?”

As he spoke, he produced a handkerchief out of nowhere, folding it with puffs of smoke with every word. A white dog appeared in his hand, then a black cat, then what was probably supposed to be a red flying squirrel.