[ Kaito leans down slowly and picks up the coat, handling it with more care than he normally would. He holds it up and inspects it closely - only the faintest of blood stains on the inner lining, stretching from Pegasus to Ursa Major. He outlines it carefully, his thumb catching on Polaris. He knows these constellations like the back of his hand, and now here they are, marred and bloodied, tainted forever.
Kokichi can try to scrub it out, but he's left his mark. Something has changed.
He turns it over to inspect the back, but his eyes stop on the left sleeve. Where he expected to find a bolt-sized hole, he instead finds four tiny stitches, a pop of white on the otherwise purple fabric. It's nothing near Kirumi's tidy handiwork, but it's a effort.
Kokichi is trying to mend things. Something about that makes Kaito's gut turn. He's not sure he wants it yet. But... he's sure he will. Eventually. ]
...Then I'll stick around.
[ He tosses the jacket over the back of the couch, discarding it, as if he didn't just spent the last five minutes familiarizing himself with its every nook and cranny. ]
You can keep the jacket. I've still got my good one.
[ He shrugs, showing off the one he's got on now. ]
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Kokichi can try to scrub it out, but he's left his mark. Something has changed.
He turns it over to inspect the back, but his eyes stop on the left sleeve. Where he expected to find a bolt-sized hole, he instead finds four tiny stitches, a pop of white on the otherwise purple fabric. It's nothing near Kirumi's tidy handiwork, but it's a effort.
Kokichi is trying to mend things. Something about that makes Kaito's gut turn. He's not sure he wants it yet. But... he's sure he will. Eventually. ]
...Then I'll stick around.
[ He tosses the jacket over the back of the couch, discarding it, as if he didn't just spent the last five minutes familiarizing himself with its every nook and cranny. ]
You can keep the jacket. I've still got my good one.
[ He shrugs, showing off the one he's got on now. ]