"Knowing him? Probably not." KID replied, tersely. Both Kudos were like that, once they got their critic teeth into something, and from what he could gather listening to them, both of them had something to prove in a way.
KID took a step forward, his gun still in his hand, but resting at his side. He didn't like the idea of drawing it on the detective, but hey, Meitantei had shot at him before, right? Everything was fair in Phantom Thieves and Critics.
But this wasn't Shinichi, was it? The shadows were testament to that. Kaito might not be as familiar with Kudo before his backward growth spurt, but he had clashed enough with Conan to understand him, at least on a basic level.
Keeping one eye trained on the shadows, raising his gun towards them with his finger on the trigger in case they get too close, he keeps another on the tableau in front of them. He knows his cohorts are already moving, so he'll do what he does best - distractions. Talking should be right up Shinichi Kudo's alley, shouldn't it? "What is he supposed to understand?"
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KID took a step forward, his gun still in his hand, but resting at his side. He didn't like the idea of drawing it on the detective, but hey, Meitantei had shot at him before, right? Everything was fair in Phantom Thieves and Critics.
But this wasn't Shinichi, was it? The shadows were testament to that. Kaito might not be as familiar with Kudo before his backward growth spurt, but he had clashed enough with Conan to understand him, at least on a basic level.
Keeping one eye trained on the shadows, raising his gun towards them with his finger on the trigger in case they get too close, he keeps another on the tableau in front of them. He knows his cohorts are already moving, so he'll do what he does best - distractions. Talking should be right up Shinichi Kudo's alley, shouldn't it? "What is he supposed to understand?"