Dove can't help but lament being seen through once again, but he can't help but let out a small, relenting chuckle in response.
"Guilty as charged. I suppose it's one of my worse habits, being unable to take such things at face value."
Then again... what can he take at face value?
There's a solid of moment of silence as he stares down at the cat in his cup. He knows now what he needs to do, but he finds it difficult to look away from the silly thing. After all, he only has so long to enjoy its presence before it disappears.
"..."
Then Kira speaks again, about how he could use his latte art in a competition to claim the all too coveted Joker codename. Ah, perhaps the others would be jealous by such a talent...
He forces himself to look away from the cat, to look back at Kira. Oh, how much time he must have put into practice. The nearly endless days and nights...
...And to think, he's broken that privacy, that right that his secrets are his own.
The way Kira muses about the attic, the flash in his eyes that indicate he sees something beyond anything Dove can see... It's then that Dove finds his smile all but fading.
He gently sets his coffee back down, and reaches beneath his coat. He can't hide it any longer, he has to give it back. He had no right to this knowledge, this weight of tragedy.
As he reaches, moving to pull the tape out, he speaks again.
"Kira-san. Apologies for shifting the subject, but I believe I have something for you. Something important."
The look in Dove's eyes make it all too clear what he's about to say.
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"Guilty as charged. I suppose it's one of my worse habits, being unable to take such things at face value."
Then again... what can he take at face value?
There's a solid of moment of silence as he stares down at the cat in his cup. He knows now what he needs to do, but he finds it difficult to look away from the silly thing. After all, he only has so long to enjoy its presence before it disappears.
"..."
Then Kira speaks again, about how he could use his latte art in a competition to claim the all too coveted Joker codename. Ah, perhaps the others would be jealous by such a talent...
He forces himself to look away from the cat, to look back at Kira. Oh, how much time he must have put into practice. The nearly endless days and nights...
...And to think, he's broken that privacy, that right that his secrets are his own.
The way Kira muses about the attic, the flash in his eyes that indicate he sees something beyond anything Dove can see... It's then that Dove finds his smile all but fading.
He gently sets his coffee back down, and reaches beneath his coat. He can't hide it any longer, he has to give it back. He had no right to this knowledge, this weight of tragedy.
As he reaches, moving to pull the tape out, he speaks again.
"Kira-san. Apologies for shifting the subject, but I believe I have something for you. Something important."
The look in Dove's eyes make it all too clear what he's about to say.