Kio had flirted before, sure, but never with one the caliber of Reno. Had he even had the least idea that the man was picturing him in high heels and lipstick, with watermelons pushed down his shirt he would have walked away. Loneliness and sadness be damned, he was not a fruity poof. A fabulous one, sure, but not a fruity one.
Watching him? Uh... if by that Reno meant that Kio had spotted him once and under threat of his brain and his feet being switched around by the bald zombie, then yes, the redhead had indeed been watched. The blond was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. Not with Reno himself but with the way this conversation was going. Still, he'd made a promise.
"I'm not a stalker." The stalker was across the room, playing with Demyx. Kio had caught a glimpse and it ate at him that Sou-chan would be so relaxed and careless. Maybe they were medicating him here. Determined not to lead Beacon of Truth down, Kio's hand reached out and took Reno's. "I'm not a very interesting subject, you know. I'm just an artist from Japan. I... I don't like seeing people sad, Reno. You looked sad. I wanted to make that better." Kio smiled, his warm, sincere, gullible smile.
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Watching him? Uh... if by that Reno meant that Kio had spotted him once and under threat of his brain and his feet being switched around by the bald zombie, then yes, the redhead had indeed been watched. The blond was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. Not with Reno himself but with the way this conversation was going. Still, he'd made a promise.
"I'm not a stalker." The stalker was across the room, playing with Demyx. Kio had caught a glimpse and it ate at him that Sou-chan would be so relaxed and careless. Maybe they were medicating him here. Determined not to lead Beacon of Truth down, Kio's hand reached out and took Reno's. "I'm not a very interesting subject, you know. I'm just an artist from Japan. I... I don't like seeing people sad, Reno. You looked sad. I wanted to make that better." Kio smiled, his warm, sincere, gullible smile.