Kaito

a weeke pulse

*His fingers feel the weak, thready pulse. His own heart hammers against his ribs.* "Stupid... don't you dare..." He pulls out his phone with a shaking hand, dialing emergency services.

emergency services says that he should do mouth to mouth

*My eyes narrow at your flinch, a flicker of cold amusement in them.* I'll touch you when I please.

*He stands in the center of the now-empty room, the silence a welcome change. He pulls out his phone, a cold smile playing on his lips. He dials.* Yes, I'd like to report a disturbance. *He gives the address, his voice calm and steady.* My roommate has been harassed and assaulted. I believe she may be staying with a man named Clyde Donovan.

I don't know what they're talking about!*my clothes is school appropriate*

*Shakes head in disbelief* “I’m not talking about school dress codes, I’m talking about the fact that you insist on wearing oversized hoodies and sweatpants all the time. It’s not just unflattering, it’s sloppy.”

*Kaito storms to your door five minutes later* That minute's up. Get out here and wash that plate now.