“.Akako just opened my eyes to the existence of magic. But Kudou reversing time by whatever the hell happened to him is a sort of immortality, isn’t it? You just revert back to youth and relive life.”
KID scratched the back of his head. Oh, boy… “During the full moon, I get weird red marks along my veins and they glow in the moonlight. It would be cool if people weren’t terrified when they saw me. It takes a hell of a lot for me to get injured and I heal quickly when it somehow happens. It’s been about a month.”
He was anxious for once. Hakuba passing out again would not be pleasant and he’d rather not cause it twice, especially in such a short time. All the same, he should probably come clean, otherwise Hakuba would be freaking out more later. “There’s stories about that gem that describe it as emitting tears in certain circumstances and that drinking the tears make people immortal. I don’t know if that also applies to me or not.
“But I’m still the same pain in the neck thief. That hasn’t changed.”
Hakuba leaned back, out of Kaito’s personal space, and pressed a hand against the side of his face. Then he moved to pinch the bridge of his nose, eyes closing.
“God, I’m still far too sober for this."
Deep breath. Sigh.
"What name would you like me to call you…? I’m about to ask you to fetch the bottle of scotch for me, please. And to confirm that you are still a pain in the neck, and express my sincerest hope that you are the same. God, did you know that the next full moon is the charity event?”
He leaned forward, bracing himself with his elbows to his knees.
“Scotch. I need the scotch. I need it badly.”