Kaito's pov in chapter 5 after the electro bomb exploded
As you know, after spending a year and a half under genocide, we are now back at war again. Bombings are everywhere, martyrs are everywhere, everything is dull, the crossing is closed, there are no goods or medicine, and the prices are exorbitant. 😭😔
At this moment, there are more than 500 martyrs and the number is still increasing.😞 Every martyr is a dream. More than 500 dreams have been killed.😭😞
We will die at any moment, don't leave us alone, we need you, you are our last hope, donate to save me and my family...‼️‼️‼️
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We know kaito chases kokichi sometimes but now that I think about it, how was he even able to run with slippers? no wonder he never managed to catch him, he probably face planted into the ground 3 minutes into every chase
Do u guys notice how
Kaito's purple is warm
And kokichi's purple is colder
Just like their personalities and roles in the game
BUT THEY'RE STILL PURPLE.
LIKE HOW THEY'RE STILL TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN.
THEY'RE STILL THE SAME COIN
BUT THEY'RE DIFF SIDES
ITS LIKE ONE SIDE WAS BASKED IN SUNSHINE AND THE OTHER WAS STUCK IN THE SHADOWS
a collection of old art and less old art for my pregame oumota
"Well, in that case—" and despite his smirk, Ouma could barely stay standing as he spoke, leaning on the top panel of the press for support as he continued to wheeze, "—want me to pick one last fight for the road?"
Kaito grimaced in the face of it all; he hadn't expected Ouma to take the quip seriously—now was hardly the time for petty arguments, with his partner ready to keel over at any moment, with the camera waiting at the control panel to witness untold horrors. And yet, his heart ached at the ease of familiarity—one last hurrah.
He sighed, mopping the sweat from his brow.
"Yeah, okay, sure," he conceded, and Ouma's grin would have been dastardly if not for his pallor, the tremble in his arm as he continued to brace himself unsteadily against the object of his imminent doom. What were they playing at? What could Ouma possibly say to rile him up in this situation?
"You know Pluto's not a real planet anymore, right?"