When Baaya had left Kaito eased off the charm a bit. The smile fell just slightly and he did a quick glance around the room. Not much had change since the last time he was here. The parlor was grand in its self but he felt out of place there. Surrounded by money and power … and with out Hakuba. He had kissed him and wanted to do it again. He covered his mouth a thin scarred hand.
Why was it Hakuba who made everything he had ever planed for fly right out the window? His ability to keep a Poker Face on him had been lost in the beginning of the night. So much had happened in a very short span of time. They both confessed to liking each other and Hakuba had let him in his room. Let him in willingly into that private area.
Crossing to the window he stared out it to the grounds. When he was here, disguised as a servant he had gotten to see quite a bit of the Hakuba estate save for Hakuba bedroom. Not that wasn’t allowed in. He just couldn’t intrude like that.
He thought back to the nights after Nightmare and the heists that were screwy. How many time had he found himself outside Hakuba’s window or in the tree closet to it just watching the detective, wanting so badly to open the window and have a long much needed talk about everything or just to simply appreciate the calming silence around the other? Then again if he had tried that he probably would have gotten kicked out or arrested.He sighed and rested his steadily throbbing head against the cool clear glass.
So they liked each other now what? What should he do now? For the first time in a long time Kaito found himself hopelessly lost in looking towards his future.
If only Kaito had known just how many times Hakuba had stayed up late, wishing that KID would come to visit him…
The detective hesitated before poking his head into the room, finding Kuroba before stepping in. “Apologies,” he said at first, giving an awkward sort of bow out of habit. “…I didn’t mean to take so long. So, ah, a movie.. with the cake and the wine, yes?"
He paused.
”…You do have the wine on you, don’t you…?“
But Hakuba already knew the answer to that question; it was back in the room on the table. Shoulders sagging, he turned around. ”…I’ll… I’ll be right back, Kuroba-kun.“