he's sharp—witted with a mind like a steel trap. and he's just a child — a sobbing child abandoned in the darkness of a world far emptier than the one we're seeing.

〝 i really do detest violence, in all its forms. ᅠWORLD PEACE! ☆ ... would be ideal, anyway, but i understand that not everyone shares my vision. at least the clash of ability against ability is beautiful to behold... 〞

ᅠhe holds up a handful of cheap scratch lottery tickets. there's a distinct sense that he's grinning, underneath that strange mask of his. 〝 i have a lucky feeling about today! 〞

〝 well, you ought to give it some thought! you're a part of the new generation, after all ー soon enough, you'll be an adult, & you & your peers will be making the rules. ᅠwhat then? 〞

ᅠkogito is no stranger to being stared at. when he feels intelligent, scrutinizing eyes on him, he turns curiously & ( presumably ー it's hard to tell ) meets the other man's gaze. ᅠthen, he lifts a hand in a happy, eager wave.

〝 ahー that's not lucky at all... 〞 ᅠmaybe he misjudged. he seems to be free-wheeling, gambling on life. kogito scratches regretfully at his chin through his cloth mask, with his free hand. 〝 it doesn't have to be a coin, though! do you have a key? 〞

ᅠᅠ𓁹 . update: i am, in fact, going to make like 5 different bsd oc accounts. gradually, one at a time. got the faceclaims picked out & everything.

ᅠthe mafioso is far from the first person to be startled at the sight of kogito. it's definitely the mask ー if not for that, he would appear to be a perfectly ordinary office worker. 〝 oh, not in particular! i was just wondering what you'd been using that knife for. 〞

〝 i'm only making conversation. 〞 ᅠhe's outright genial, rather than confrontational like the shorter man, putting up his hands in playful surrender. 〝 it's just thatー i'm not too fond of KNIVES. stabbing is so... barbaric. surely, you have better methods than that! 〞