03-15-2020, 12:02 AM
[glow=#000,1,400]WE'VE BECOMES ECHOES BUT ECHOES, THEY FADE AWAY — [abbr=tags]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]
A tape recorder lay on his nightstand, and he clicks the "rewind" button. He laid on the bed, closing his eyes as he heard the soft whirring as it did its job, before clicking the play button. He had lazily put his paw on the nightstand, not even bothering to get up. "I'm home, Oyaji." He'd announced, as he did every time before he headed out before a heist. Not that he was doing a heist right now, he just needed his father.
First, it played in Japanese. Then, in English. "Listen, Kaito, and listen well. Who is the most important member in a circus?"
A dull laugh escaped him as he shifts in his bed, staring at the wall, which underneath black paint held bits of wood, and it was splintering at the edges, rough. "I used to think it was the one on the flying trapeze. But it's the clown." He replies, looking up at the ceiling. It was a mere recording, one he'd listen to many times.
"Yes, my son, it is the clown. Do you know why?" His voice was smooth, soothing. It'd often lull him to sleep, give him advice. Now, that voice was gone. Perhaps due to his hidden hatred, did Toichi really hate his son- or was it that someone disguised himself as him? It wracked his brain. He doesn't respond this time, letting the recording speak and anticipate any "stupid" Kaito had. "It is because they are so skilled, that they mess up deliberately. They make the audience laugh with false idiocy. They appear to be having fun, themselves. That... is a clown's poker face. They do not show weakness. And the most important thing for a magician is..."
A dull sigh escapes him as he looks up, and both the recording and Kaito himself spoke at the same time. It was as if they shared the same mind, the same thoughts, job and so much more. " Our 'Poker Face'." It was a reminder, that he couldn't show his weakness, his fear at being killed one day at a heist, nor his pain about Pandora.
A few raps on his door had caught his attention, distracting him from the depression, just momentarily. He sighs, getting up and shuffling towards the door, as he turns off the player. He decides to look presentable, dusting himself off and standing with a smirk. "Ah! Come in!"
// [member=6881]aurum.[/member]
First, it played in Japanese. Then, in English. "Listen, Kaito, and listen well. Who is the most important member in a circus?"
A dull laugh escaped him as he shifts in his bed, staring at the wall, which underneath black paint held bits of wood, and it was splintering at the edges, rough. "I used to think it was the one on the flying trapeze. But it's the clown." He replies, looking up at the ceiling. It was a mere recording, one he'd listen to many times.
"Yes, my son, it is the clown. Do you know why?" His voice was smooth, soothing. It'd often lull him to sleep, give him advice. Now, that voice was gone. Perhaps due to his hidden hatred, did Toichi really hate his son- or was it that someone disguised himself as him? It wracked his brain. He doesn't respond this time, letting the recording speak and anticipate any "stupid" Kaito had. "It is because they are so skilled, that they mess up deliberately. They make the audience laugh with false idiocy. They appear to be having fun, themselves. That... is a clown's poker face. They do not show weakness. And the most important thing for a magician is..."
A dull sigh escapes him as he looks up, and both the recording and Kaito himself spoke at the same time. It was as if they shared the same mind, the same thoughts, job and so much more. " Our 'Poker Face'." It was a reminder, that he couldn't show his weakness, his fear at being killed one day at a heist, nor his pain about Pandora.
A few raps on his door had caught his attention, distracting him from the depression, just momentarily. He sighs, getting up and shuffling towards the door, as he turns off the player. He decides to look presentable, dusting himself off and standing with a smirk. "Ah! Come in!"
// [member=6881]aurum.[/member]