#She'll slide him her apple slices and tell him to calm tf down

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"But how else is Opacho supposed to keep it? Opacho doesn't want it to get ruined." There weren't many things Opacho kept for herself, her room at Funbari Inn was pretty bare. Yoh had tried talking with her once about keeping things she really liked, or something she'd felt held a special meaning to her. Dark and Daisuke's card was like that, a small gift in return for a gift she couldn't just throw it away!

Despite her words of reassurance, Daisuke was still anxious and there was little she could do about that but at least Dark was there to help convince him. When their pinkies connect, she curls her tinier digit just a bit tighter as his shape begins to morph. The toddler watches the transformation with wide shimmering eyes, her mouth drops open a bit as she lets out a tiny sound of wonderment. So cool!

"Mhm!" She nods sharply, slowly pulling her pinky away so she could tap a closed fist against her chest, momentarily adopting a serious expression on her face. "Opacho good at keeping secrets!" She meant it, she wouldn't betray their trust like that. It simply wasn't in the child's nature, she also understood far better than most about how he truly felt. With Dark's physical presence before her now and Daisuke essentially becoming the spirit, she returns his offered grin with a huge and bright smile.

At the mention of showing her a new trick, she squeals and wriggles a little in place, rustling her poncho and making her afro bounce with the movement. "Can you show Opacho card trick this time?" She stops moving around to reach inside her poncho, pulling out a small star-themed deck she tended to keep on hand. "Opacho have cards!"

urgh . his hands retract from her and shift to his face . ' y-yeah ... ? ' could he really put his faith into something like that ? it was difficult not to feel skeptical ; afraid . but dark's low voice carries as airy and chipper as ever in his mind . ( what's the worst that could happen ? ) despite the way daisuke could have refuted with plenty of horrible possibilities , his other self only continues . ( opacho wouldn't betray us . let's trust her . )

the tug of her hand on his sleeve . daisuke's palms remove themselves from his face to stare down flushed and bashful at the other's pinky . between the stress of his sudden panic and now this waiting promise , it felt like his heartbeat was already going wildly out of control . first touch , or even just approach would certainly have been enough to reveal the process of his transformation ... but dark's words echo in his mind and he gulps .

( ... don't run , daisuke . ) the boy , hearing this , only stares timidly at opacho's smile . and then he nods , slowly lifting his own pinky . ' you didn't ... have to frame something like that . ' he can't help but laugh a little , brows wrenching above his smile --- something about a phantom thief's card preserved like a work of art felt ridiculous . at the same time , his finger finally connects and interlocks with hers , the skin of his own turning ice cold as the rest of him too changes .

' but ... it's a promise . ' after a moment , he playfully swings her hand a little , reluctant to be the first to release her finger , the soft smirk of his lips spreading into a happy , satisfied grin . ' we'll be counting on you to take care of us , alright ? little miss opacho . in return , we'll be happy to show you all sorts of tricks . ' --- right , daisuke ? ( i guess ... but nothing too dangerous --- ! )