Kid continued to poke around the desk, finding a notebook and pen--blank, of course--and not much else. There were no books, no information. Nothing. His gaze trailed to the clock again with a frown, and then to the floor, as he listened to Kon walk around the room.

He thought he liked the tiles. They were nice and neat looking. Clean. And--

His gaze shot up when he heard Kon exclaim something by the window, and he crossed over to the window quickly. Shorter, Kid needn't squish himself to be able to see out the window himself, and frowned when he did so.

People, and cars, buildings all over the place of different heights and widths (really, how hideous. Why couldn't they have all been made to look the same? It would be so much more orderly.) But that wasn't all.

"W...what?"

To Kid's eyes, as he focused on the general commotion taking place outside, he could spy--no, sense? Sense might be a better term--small round orbs of energy. Lots of them. Endless amounts of them. And with these little glowing orbs came some sense of knowledge about the person to which they seemed to belong: anxious. Happy. Busy. Tired.

He stepped back suddenly, surprised, bumping into Kon as he did so. Settling his gaze on his partner, he realized once again that he could sense the same lit orb of energy. Kid scrubbed his eyes, blinking, trying to clear the image from them, and it passed. If he didn't focus, it seemed, he could be free of the strange glowing polka-dots.

Had Kon asked him something? He had. He'd asked if Kid was okay to call him.

"Kid? Oh...yes. Kid would be okay. Death the Kid is a little...long, isn't it?"

Try not to sound crazy. Sound normal. Relax. He swallowed hard, and looked around the room. "I didn't see anything else of use, by the way. Just a few notebooks, pens. No information."