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Several people throughout Tokyo meet a man dressed in white traveling through the city. To be fair there is a heist announced, so it's not really all that surprising to see a cosplayer walking around. Simply said - nothing interesting to see. Or is there?
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“So, KID, how’s it going?”, Officer Sasaki said conversationally. Kid looked up from where he was shortcutting the cables for the electricity of the building— Damnit, they should’ve had more guards than just him there— and without missing a beat replied—
“Very well, actually!”, KID said cheerfully as ever. “Though I’m unsure what you’re trying to achieve by asking about my progress with the electricity when you can see me doing it!”
“I didn’t mean the electricity.”, Sasaki clarified. “I meant like, in life! How’s sch—“ SHIT “— the job going?” KID froze for a second, so as a distraction Sasaki quickly tacked on : “Do you have a job? I honestly can’t imagine anything that would fit you— Except maybe Magician? But that’d be a bit too obvious, wouldn’t it?”
or : the fic in which the task force has ten heart attacks, Snake gets arrested for about a day and it turns out that suing the parents of a phantom thief is impossible. Not in that order.
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Is it Identity theft if the guy you're stealing it from lead you to believe he's been dead for the last decade? Does it even count if it's technically not a legal identity?
Anyway, a certain phantom thief decided he wants his name back, so he tries to steal it back. His successor does not appreciate that,
Neither does his task force,
Or his critics.
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“If you’d killed him, it would mean something", Karma says. “You didn’t kill him, for whatever reason, and that still means something. Of course not everything means something else. I don’t know what it means, either.” He’s quiet for a moment. Then, “That’s up to you to figure out. You didn’t kill him. You’ll have to live with that. Same as you would if you had.”
“Would you think of me differently?” Nagisa asks. His voice sounds flat to his own ears. “If I had?”
“Would you?” Karma asks in turn.
Nagisa doesn’t respond.
Or, a study in smallness.
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Nagisa knew what hugs were. But as he grew up, he came to realize that the hugs he experienced were different than those children his age received.
He wanted those other types of hugs.
And Nagisa lived with that aching, burning, itching desire for years, until it all came to a head after the moon was permanently carved into a crescent.