[Ken cuts over him, startling Kidou into momentary silence. Not many people talk over him, even to give him permission to go ahead, or agree. He stares at Amada, more curious as to what prompted that than anything. He wasn't often that impatient, and that look on his face ... no, it can't be annoyance.
While he's still thrown off his plan, his friend continues to clarify. The lighting is bright, but there are no lights far enough ahead to cast bright reflections off the tinted glass of his goggles. Instead, it gives just the right angle to betray a faint shadow of narrow eyes behind them as they widen in very real surprise.
He doesn't reply immediately. His mind is too busy reeling from the implications of what he just heard. Before even listening to what Kidou was going to ask, Amada has already agreed. It could have been anything. Does he have an idea what it would be already? Is he guessing?
That specific wording Kidou'd crafted over the weekend is gone right out of his mind. Goodbye, planning. It was nice while it lasted.]
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While he's still thrown off his plan, his friend continues to clarify. The lighting is bright, but there are no lights far enough ahead to cast bright reflections off the tinted glass of his goggles. Instead, it gives just the right angle to betray a faint shadow of narrow eyes behind them as they widen in very real surprise.
He doesn't reply immediately. His mind is too busy reeling from the implications of what he just heard. Before even listening to what Kidou was going to ask, Amada has already agreed. It could have been anything. Does he have an idea what it would be already? Is he guessing?
That specific wording Kidou'd crafted over the weekend is gone right out of his mind. Goodbye, planning. It was nice while it lasted.]
Without knowing what it is?