The answer comes quick, with the cheerful confidence of someone not in a position to lose anything. Once his brain actually catches up to his reflexive stubbornness, the consideration of how much he actually wants to be putting his back to the fucking crocodile gives him a bit of contemplative pause. It's not as though he doesn't know what he'll have behind him, he decides, and it's also not as though he couldn't take the fucker on with one hand tied behind his back -- not that he'll be volunteering that.
Besides, he wants to see what happens next.
So, giving Kaito a little shrug, he smoothly flips himself over onto his stomach, propping his chin up in one hand, his other arm tucked slightly underneath himself.
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The answer comes quick, with the cheerful confidence of someone not in a position to lose anything. Once his brain actually catches up to his reflexive stubbornness, the consideration of how much he actually wants to be putting his back to the fucking crocodile gives him a bit of contemplative pause. It's not as though he doesn't know what he'll have behind him, he decides, and it's also not as though he couldn't take the fucker on with one hand tied behind his back -- not that he'll be volunteering that.
Besides, he wants to see what happens next.
So, giving Kaito a little shrug, he smoothly flips himself over onto his stomach, propping his chin up in one hand, his other arm tucked slightly underneath himself.