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[He's definitely just having fun with it, though that question catches him a little off guard. The most that really happens is that his smile softens, so if she ruined the good mood, it doesn't show. No frowns, no heavy thinking, nothing.]

Mmm...well, you know I'd have to ask you the same question, right?

[Don't forget, Mikan, he's killed people too. His voice is gentle but firm as he continues, hoping not to hurt her with his words but...well. They sting him just saying them...]

But I mean...are you sorry for it? Not that I'm asking for an apology or anything, it's not like you did anything to me personally but...just in general. Are you sorry for what you did?

[He honestly expects her to say yes. She just...doesn't seem like the remorseless serial killer type. But he's asking anyway, because that's what he'd want from someone else if the situation were reversed. He'd want to be held accountable, to have the things he did and the fact that he does feel remorse both acknowledged, rather than everything just blindly ignored in favor of assuming he's a good person.

Maybe that's just him though...maybe he's being cruel, asking that. He doesn't take it back, though, just plans on cheering her back up if this does end up crossing the line.]

O-of course! [She pulls her hands away from her face, wringing her hands together anxiously.] I... I'll never be able to apologize enough for it.

At the time... At the time, I wasn't. For me, it was... fun. Freeing. I could do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted, no rules, no restrictions... But! but I-I'm not like that anymore! I promise! But. [Mikan goes quiet, shaking her head]

That doesn't excuse the fact it happened, that I did it...

[Yep. That's what he expected, and that just brings his smile back to full force. He reaches out to take her hands, giving them a squeeze.]

It doesn't, but that's okay. We're in the same boat, y'know? [Kokichi glances away, smile slipping into a soft frown.] The whole game I was...really terrible. I thought I had to be. Thought I had to treat my friends like crap, thought I had to treat them like toys or tools. I laughed at their deaths and as they struggled to survive class trials, meddled to try and make things "interesting"...

[And then he looks back to her, serious look still firm on his face.] But...I'm not really like that. And I'll never be able to apologize enough for how I acted either. And neither of those things excuse me but...we're trying, right? Maybe that makes me biased too, but that's what matters to me...

[She lets him take her hands again, listening quietly as she gives them a comforting squeeze.] ...N-no, I get it. I can't hate you for those things either...You're right, what's important is what we're doing now.

[She sniffles a bit and gives a shaky little smile.] So, um...I think.. Together, if we're supporting each other? I-I think we can do it. ["It" meaning something like "get stable" or "be worthy of forgiveness." Or maybe just, "we can make up for all we'd done."]

Exactly. [He squeezes her hands in return, then glances at the counter when the cashier clears his throat. He had finished their waffles, but was trying not to interrupt whatever...that whole thing was. But now seemed like a good point, and Kokichi was quietly grateful.

As much as he likes Mikan, things were getting way too heavy for his tastes. So with another squeeze and leaning into steal a quick kiss of his own, he lets go and heads to the counter to get their waffles.]

Alright Tsumiki-chan, are you ready for an amazing treat~?

[The quick kiss is a nice distraction at least, causing Mikan to squawk in alarm, covering her face with her hands]

O-Oma-san...! [But it's not like there's much use in trying to scold him. She turns to face the counter, remembering now that they were getting food, and she nods in something like defeat. You win this round, Kokichi...]

Nishishi~ [He clearly knows he's won too, holding out Mikan's waffle to her with an all too pleased with himself grin. He doesn't miss a beat, continuing to pull the conversation further away from the topic of killing and despair once she accepts hers.]

Okay, so you said you don't know how to do this, right? Well like I said, I've done it lots of times~ You're pretty lucky knowing a guy like me, huh? [Said with a wink.] Now when I do it, I usually like to start with the tip. Just a couple playful licks, y'know? Just enough to get a little taste and get excited about it! Some people though prefer--

[He stops, frowning momentarily. This was a great joke and all, but getting into the details and making it sexual to try and keep it going...eugh. It reminds him of Miu too much for his tastes. Sure, it's fun to make dick jokes and all that now that it's more setting appropriate than a killing game, but does he really want to do something he could absolutely see that pervy inventor doing...?

The answer is nope. Not at all.]

[He smiles pretty quick again, ushering for Mikan to take a seat at one of the few tables in front of the windows.]

Eh, actually, that joke is pretty boring now. Were you actually interested in hearing about me and Saihara-chan? That's where our conversation had left off, isn't it?

[There's squeak, Mikan's face getting redder and redder until it looks like steam is about to explode out her ears as Kokichi begins to speak. She splutters and waves her hands around frantically as it to signal for him to JUST. STOP!!]

[But then he's switching gears so suddenly and she's catching that look on his face. But before she can ask, he's overwhelming her again.

She takes the plate at last (trying not to stare too much at the dick-shape) an follows him to the table.]

Ah, um-- Y-yes, if you want to talk about it... [Sorry the dick shape is really distracting, she keeps staring at it and then back at Kokichi, dividing her attention. It'll be better once she starts eating and destroys its image, it's fine.]

[He chuckles as he watches her divide her attention, picking his own up and biting off the head with no hesitation. Once that bite is swallowed he shrugs.]

I mean I already admitted to it. As long as the convo stays between us, maybe it'd do me some good to talk about it. You know, like talking about nightmares and how that makes them go away for a while.

[Maybe getting it off his chest will make the feelings go away for a while.]

[Mikan frowns a little, wanting to point out that she's not entirely certain it works the same, but...

Well, who knows. She still thinks he should talk to Shuichi about it too, but ti's not advice to give so easily, specially when she wouldn't do that either.

She picks up to waffle thing and tentatively takes a bite out of the tip. It's better than she thought it'd be, truthfully, which shows on her face as she takes another bite.]

I'll listen, and...I won't tell anyone. So please, talk as much as you like.

[Talking to Shuichi is impossible. So unfortunately that advice would fall on deaf ears...sorry about that, Mikan. But he nods, taking another bite less because he's hungry and more to stall some.

Man...he doesn't even know how to talk about it. Why did he offer this conversation topic? In theory it sounded like a good idea, get it off his chest, do the "healthy" thing about talking things out instead of bottling them up, but what is he even supposed to say? Beyond just..."I love him"? He glances out the window.]

Uh...well. Yeah, so, I love him and I've been in love with him since sometime during our killing game. Pretty early on, honestly...

[Another bite, which he follows up with pointing his waffle at her, focusing back on Mikan.]

I mean, how could I not be? How could anyone not be? He's pretty perfect, y'know? Obviously not literally perfect, everyone has their flaws, but even his flaws aren't all that bad. Not always healthy for him, but it's better than what a lot of people have going on. You've met him, right? It seems like you're more familiar with him than from when I just mentioned him briefly.

[It's pretty obvious to Mikan, as she listens and eats her dick-waffle, that this is not something that's going to just go away from talking it out. Kokichi is pretty obviously head-over-heels for Shuichi and Mikan's starting to regret a little her promise not to say anything, because she's so far out of her element here that she'd love to get advice from someone else. Anything that might help him.

Please don't wave your dick in her face tho, Kokichi, pls.

She nods though] Y-yeah, I've met him a couple of times... H-he's very nice, and gentle. I can see why people like him so much. Akamatsu-san introduced us to each other during the, um... Sports ["sports"...] Event thing.

[He was waving it for emphasis. Don't you agree that a dick is always good emphasis for anything, Mikan?

He makes a little face, pulling his dick back to take another bite out of it and glances away again.]

Of course she did.

[Normally it wouldn't really bug him, but Mikan is one of his subordinates...he wanted to introduce them, if they didn't meet on their own! But oh well...it makes more sense for his girlfriend to do that kind of thing anyway he guesses...he'll have to come up with something amazing later, introduce her and Clear together as DICE rather than just as his friends. Really wow the detective!

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair.]

He's really easy to like, isn't he? He's super patient, too. It wasn't until I was really trying hard to get everyone to hate me that he started actually taking issue with me...before then he mostly put up with me. I kind of want to say he even had fun sometimes? But I don't know if that was it, or if he's just really good at tolerating and humoring people. But then again, he did keep coming to hang out with me, so maybe...

[Turning his attention back to her, he leans in a little.]

See, that's one of the things that makes him so great. I can never tell what he's thinking, he's totally unpredictable. I mean most of the time I can guess, but he always manages to surprise me, y'know? Nobody does that. I can figure pretty much anyone out, easily, but I just can't get a read on him. It's...I don't know. Amazing? Fascinating? It's really attractive...people are so boring on their own, normally. He's interesting, even when I'm not telling him lies. Though he's also probably one of my favorite people to lie to. I literally never thought I'd meet someone who could make lying any more fun than it already is and then I met him! I'm not sure what it is, if it's because he plays along or how he actually tries to analyze them sometimes rather than just brushing them off like most people or what...

[Another sigh...]

He's super smart, too. He can actually keep up with me and my games. Nobody can do that save for a couple of my subordinates at home, but this is different. DICE...that's just how we work. We always go along with each others antics, never question it. But it's like he actually wants to figure this stuff out sometimes. And I don't ever really give him the option of not playing, but he knows he could say no. But he doesn't? Aaah...I don't know if that's actually him wanting to figure anything out though, or just humoring me again. It's always hard to tell with him. And then like you said, he's nice and gentle...he's such a shy, introverted wall flower, but he really brightens up a room when he's there, y'know? And when he's not everything is just...dull and boring.

[Yeah, he's definitely head-over-heels for him. Tapping his fingers lightly against the table, he sets his waffle down.]

I mean...what's the point of socializing when I know how everything is going to turn out? What's the point of going out and doing anything? Everything feels like routine now. Even my lies do, and that's what kept things so interesting before. I've really never met anyone like him before...how can someone so great like that even exist? It makes me feel like I was actually lucky, ending up in that game...lucky that I got to meet him, that he was willing to pay me even the smallest amount of attention rather than ignoring me like a lot of the others did...aha. I don't know if that makes me pathetic or desperate though. Probably the first one, because there's so much more I could say about him. I'm really pathetic. Which is really annoying! But I can't help it. I've never felt this way before...

[She stops midway through eating because Kokichi just keeps going.

Oh.

Oh honey.

She can't truthfully say she understands it all. Shuichi is nice, but she doesn't think he's as perfect and wonderful as Kokichi is going on about-- Then again, she has only run into him like, once or twice or something.

On the other hand, she can totally see herself gushing about Hinata in this way, so she can't say much...]

Ouma-san... If Saihara-san didn't like you or like hanging out with you... Then I don't think he would. Not when there's other things he could be doing, especially here. And um, I don't think it's pathetic. You're just... really in love.

[it's all she can think to really say in the face of all of that.]

Yeah...I keep trying to tell myself that but...

[It's hard. It's hard when there's a nagging voice in the back of his head reminding him that he's alone, and he always will be, and it's in Shuichi's voice. That keeps telling him he's just being nice, especially here, because who else does Kokichi even have to go to but him and Kaede? Because Shuichi is a good person, he wouldn't just abandon him...]

[Laying his head on the table, he makes a sound not unlike a deflating balloon, ending it with a sigh. And once that's out of his system, he sits back up, smile back in place as always.]

Eh, maybe you're right. I'm probably just overthinking it. Though I won't budge on the pathetic thing. If I judge those love struck teenage girls in romance novels for their gross crushes, it's only fair to judge myself! Not that I read romance, of course, so that's all a lie~

I-I don't read them either, s-so... [So she has no room to judge him really either if he does or not?? ???

But she looks at him for a long moment saying nothing, just studying his face.] Um... I know you p-probably don't want to keep talking about it right now, but, um... But if you ever want to keep talking, or talk again or something, I-I'll listen.

[His expression softens a little, clearly appreciating the offer but without any verbal thank you to go with it. Mikan, you're too kind.

Especially to this gremlin.]

I could keep talking about him! I mean, I haven't even touched on how simultaneously handsome and gorgeous and cute he is, or how great it is that I fit perfectly in his arms, or how hauntingly beautiful those golden grey eyes of his are. I could also talk about my fantasies of him too! A perfect guy like that has to have a perfect dick, riiiiight? I totally think about that all the time! I may have been joking around about the "eating dicks" thing, but I'd definitely suck his every day if I could! Or, you know, do just about anything else with it.

[Not all the time. Actually, while he does have sexual fantasies, he fantasizes so much more about just being his boyfriend...very tame things like snuggles and hand holding and kisses. It's pathetic.

But he's clearly trying to tease her here, even if all of those things are true. His too wide grin says as much.]

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[Mikan could possibly say something in response to all of this. She could agree that Shuichi has very nice eyes (and eyelashes!), or that yeah, he's kind of cute.

And then he starts talking about Shuichi's dick and she makes a strangled noise and starts choking on...dick... I can't believe I'm being made to write that with my own two hands.]

I-I wouldn't kn-know anything about any of that! [She finally manages to get out, her voice high-pitched in her humiliation. She fumbles with her waffle, squeezes too hard and the cream filling sort of.

Squirts out. From both ends. It may or may not go far enough to reach Kokichi, but it definitely splatters a little over Mikan's own face, which is in no way helpful to her embarrassment here. RIP.]

[...sorry Mikan. He tried for half a second not to laugh, but then she went and squeezed it and the filling got everywhere and he can't help it now. But he manages to calm down after only a little bit, not wanting to miss an opportunity like this.

Standing up, he leans over the table and reaches out his hand, just gently taking her by the chin. Are the bedroom eyes necessary here? They absolutely are. As is dropping his voice to a lower tone...]

Ah, Tsumiki-chan...you've made a bit of a mess~ Let me help.

[And with that he leans down and proceeds to lap up the cream that got on her face. Though, uh...not at all as sensually as he was making it seem like he might.

Definitely in a more obnoxious manner, like a dog or maybe a cat. Gross.]

[Mikan freezes, eyes wide as she stares back at Kokichi. Those sure are some bedroom eyes. Some woman in the corner is going 'Really? Right in front of my ~~salad~~ dick waffle?'

Mikan's about to echo a similar sentiment reminding him that they're in public, he really shouldn't be looking at her like that, etc. and then he's...licking her face. Like that.] Eugh! [A disgusted outcry that's sort of mingled with a helpless laughter as she presses her hands against his chest in an effort to get him off without outright shoving him]

Wh-what happened to napkins...!?

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