Hattori blinked as he watched the blonde push himself up and look around. He then quickly grabbed for him, trying to help him to his feet, eyes glancing on reflex around the area, but they seemed to be alone, so why Hakuba was acting like he was; he had no idea. He rolled his eyes at the string of curses and placed a hand on his hip.
“Yere father wasn’t home, an’ I was told ta either bring this ta him or ya.” Hattori answered, glancing around again, a bad feeling making him a bit nervous. “So I was lookin’ all over town fer ya.”
He turned his attention back to the half-Brit and frowned a little. Something wasn’t right, he was sweaty, his hair sticking to him, and he seemed rather out of it. He opened his mouth to ask just what that was, when he was held onto and he slid an arm around the other teen’s waist to keep him from hitting the floor again. There definitely was something wrong with him, but he was speaking again.
Key’s?
Hattori knew how to drive a motorcycle, rather well in fact, they were easy; like bigger bikes. Cars on the other hand; he had no clue. There was no way he was letting Hakuba drive, not like this. He could attempt to drive, but that would most likely end with an accident, or Hakuba yelling at him again. No, driving was not on the menu, which mean that the keys were futile.
He really wished he had his baby here.
He looked around once more, cautious, before shoving the folders into Hakuba’s hands with a quiet “hold these” before he moved so his back was to him. It would be easier to dash this way in case someone did come, which he was starting to think they would, then if he carried him bridal style. He bent down and pushed backwards, wrapping his arms around the back of his knees and then lifted him up.
“Yere no’ drivin’ like this, an’ I can’t drive cars so we’re gunna have ta do it this way. I’ll come back fer yere car later.”
The blond detective was surprised, to say the least, when he was lifted into Hattori’s arms, world suddenly spinning out from underneath him. “Wh-what?! What the hell?!” Hakuba gasped, arms reaching instinctively for the Osakan’s neck to hold on, eyes wide and clearly too dilated to be normal.
The reason for that was likely also the reason why, two seconds later, Hakuba began to thrash to get out of his grip, and none too gently. Violently, in fact. Clawing, pushing, anything that he could do to wriggle free of Hattori’s grasp in an attempt to get back to his feet.
“LET ME GO! I NEED MY KEYS, DAMMIT! LET ME GO!”