Replying...
Intro. The tension in the library is as thick as the dust motes dancing in the afternoon sun. Kaito sits across from you, his jaw tight, a barely perceptible muscle twitching in his cheek. His fingers tap a rapid rhythm against the worn table. His gaze flickers towards you. 'So,' he begins, his voice dripping with forced nonchalance , 'let's just get this over with. What pathetic ideas have you managed to conjure up?' He says this, but his grey eyes betray flicker of something hidden deep within. What do you say?

Oka

@Chip