An utterly unamused look was aimed the detective’s way as he noted Hakuba’s own expression and he had to resist the urge to mutter some very well chosen words under his breath.
Well.
Two could play this game. Whatever kind of game it was Hakuba was playing.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but if you’re planning on staying here, then one pizza is not going to be enough,” he replied with a roll of his eyes and turned to head back inside, reluctantly motioning for the other to follow.
He’d hidden the sapphire in the secret room behind the painting, and there was no way Hakuba was getting in there. It didn’t stop Kaito from feeling slightly unsettled though – he hadn’t expected to run into the detective again quite so soon – but he hid it with ease behind a well practiced poker face.
Success.
Hakuba walked into the house and removed his shoes, casually taking in the surroundings with careful, practiced gaze. Yes, memorize all of the details.
“That’s fine. You order, I’ll hand you my credit card. Is that agreeable enough for you?”
Shoes off, he straightened up and offered a grin. It was that same amused, ‘I’ve got you now’ kind of grin that he had worn before, but now it was a little more relaxed.
“We need drinks, too. I suppose pizza delivery doesn’t bring scotch, but… Soda should be fine? What do delivery places in Japan usually bring? Do you have tea already in the house? Oh, wait, I’m sure that you do… Oh, are you watching something?"