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Tails was sitting upstairs in his home with his arms crossed in a very bad mood. He has been feeling angry all day and it's taking all his will not to scream at people. He hasn't felt this angry since the whole incident with Eris a while back. Thankfully it's not as bad this time around, but it was annoying to deal with.

He didn't bother to go to his pouch to lower a rope ladder, though there are stone steps in order to get to the cliff where the workshop and home was. His Rhythm Badge was inside a wooden box hidden in his room. He figured it would be difficult for Kid to get it if he was right there where the prize is. He hoped he doesn't get too ballistic as he rather not have a repeat.

Date: 2010-10-23 04:02 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] pandorabox
Unfortunately for Tails, his mere presence in the room the Rhythm Badge was hidden in wasn't enough to deter the greedy thief from his quest.

Kaitou Kid sat perched on the fox's windowsill, a devious grin playing across his features (which were, as always, obscured by his top hat and monocle so no one figured out his true identity). He knew Tails would try to stop him when he entered the room and made a dash for the box containing the prize, but he really didn't care.

Or, perhaps, some part of him wanted to be stopped, because he didn't want to steal, he didn't want to take what wasn't his, he wasn't that kind of thief, so why couldn't he stop himself...?

"Is this all the security I'll be met with?" the phantom thief asked playfully from his perch on the windowsill. He took the brim of his hat between two fingers and tilted it down. "Far too easy, you realize."

Date: 2010-10-23 04:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
His ears press to his skull and he growls. He quickly stands in front of the closet and takes out his dummy ring bombs. Normally he wouldn't try to use these against humans, but he wasn't entirely thinking straight.

Date: 2010-10-23 05:13 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] pandorabox
Kid slides off the windowsill, one eyebrow quirked. The bombs weren't familiar, and the last thing he wanted to do was underestimate Tails (especially after Tails hurt Aoko), so he remained tense and aware.

"You seem confident that you can guard my target yourself."

Date: 2010-10-23 05:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Tails hadn't meant to hurt her at the time. He wasn't usually a fighter. He glares at Kid. "It's my home. I can defend it myself." He then toss them towards Kid, which, not mattering if either of them hit Kid or not, explode on contact. Good thing they aren't very powerful. After all, he only designed them to have enough power to stun robots for a short time.

Date: 2010-10-24 02:06 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] pandorabox
Kid leaped from his perch as the bombs exploded on the windowsill behind him. Thankfully, he was barely singed by the outer fringes of the blast.

He landed on the ground gracefully and lunged toward Tails and the closet. His target wasn't the fox, but the enclosed room behind him, where his prize sat waiting to be collected.

Date: 2010-10-25 12:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Tails does the same and aims to try to bite one of Kid's arms.

Date: 2010-10-25 12:32 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] pandorabox
Kid is fast enough to dodge Tails for now and reached the closet with little trouble, quickly opening the door and reaching for the box with one arm. This, unfortunately, leaves his other one unguarded completely.

And as his fingers close around the box, a surge of pain shoots through his arm as Tails's attack hits. He lets out a hiss of pain and withdraws his arm from Tails as quickly as he can, before making a mad dash for the window.

Date: 2010-10-25 01:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Tails growls and tries to go after Kid again, but he isn't able to reach him in time. He lets out a yell of frustration before heading back inside.

Date: 2010-10-25 01:22 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] pandorabox
Kid lands on the ground outside, the box in one arm, and a decent sized bite mark engraved in the other. He curses as he lifts his injured arm up to inspect his injury, deep-red blood already beginning to stain his white suit.

Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he realizes this was just what he deserved.


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