The thief had let himself in again, as expected. Though, not as expected, the detective wasn’t there. Hadn’t come back from the heist yet, maybe? Or possibly in another room… But while he was comfortable enough dropping into Hakuba’s room, not so keen on walking around the rest of the house after sneaking in…
…At least, not like this. And not after a heist, if the yawn was any indication of how well that would go.
Hmm… Kid could just leave a rose or note and leave. It’d be enough for the other to not worry, at least…
…Not that there was any need to rush home though. No one was waiting for him or anything.
He glanced out the window he’d come through, staring up at the moon for a moment before looking back down. Then, he moved over to sit along the seat beneath the window, taking off his shoes before turning to lean against the narrow bit of wall, drawing his cape around himself and crossing him arms, letting one of his legs stretch out while keeping the other bent slightly.
And he just stayed like that, watching the door a couple of times, but mostly just looking out past the glass next to him. The thief wasn’t even fully aware when his eyelids started to droop, until, eventually, his head fell to the side, the brim of his hat bending against the pane. He didn’t wake when the detective did come in.
“Th’ p’nguin flew… o’er t’ th’ next b’lding… Got ‘way… Stup’d ‘brella…” he muttered before moving to try and bury himself in the cranny more.
