THUNK!
"Owww!"
Shinichi snorted, smirking as he closed the car door. "Did you just smack your head on the roof of the car?" He questioned, amused.
Muttering curses under his breath, Kaito climbed out of the car again (this time without hurting himself), looking exasperated.
"Yeah...ouch," He grimaced, rubbing the sore spot on the top of his head. He winced. "Oh, ow." He delicately poked at it, morbidly fascinated with the stinging pain. "Ow. Ow. Ow."
Kaito hadn't been one of those children that would would burst out crying if they scraped their knees. His eyes would water, sure, and he'd whine about it a little (anything for attention), but mostly, he was endlessly curious about the pain response, and he would poke and pick at the scabs a lot, investigating them, and observing the strange sensations of, 'pain-ow-ow-cut-it-out-stupid-ow-ow' that his body would tell him, to Toichi's squeamish horror ("Ewwww! Chibi-Me, d-doesn't t-that hurt?") and Chikage's mild exasperation ("Kai-chan, quit it! Those band-aids cost MONEY, sweetie."). This strange, and admittedly morbid, curiosity and fascination was something that he carried with him as he grew up.
Of course, this was only for relatively minor hurts – Kaito hadn't been very amused when he got his first bullet wound. That little fucker hurt like a bitch, pardon his uncouthness.
Shinichi raised his brows, and, after crossing his arms over the edge of the car's metal roof, he laid his head down, and stared at him. Pointedly. Calmly.
"Having fun?" His voice was dry, and he was smirking somewhat in bemusement.
Kaito sheepishly stopped.
"Haha. Uh, yeah, sorry." He apologized, closing the passenger door. Trying to explain himself, he uncertainly said, "Um...pain is a fascinating phenomenon?"
Shinichi blinked, considering this, and he raised a hand to rub at his chin in thought.
"Huh. It's no wonder you like it rough, then," He mused, thoughtfully, and Kaito almost choked in shock – on air.
"S-Shinichi! Shh!" He hissed, waving at him to be quiet.
They were in a parking lot – full of people. Normally, such things wouldn't matter to him, but his mother was only a few feet away!
Chikage gave him an amused look, and whispered something to Yukiko.
They giggled. Like schoolgirls. This made Yuusaku edge away from them, slowly and casually – at least, until Yukiko (without even glancing at him) reached out and grabbed his shirt, stopping him in his tracks.
If Yuusaku were the type, he would have pouted.
Oh, damn it, Kaito thought, cringing in mild embarrassment at their mothers' keen expressions. Shinichi looked over, and then also grimaced at them, realizing his error.
Oops.
