KID flopped on the bed, rather undignified when it was said and done. He stretched out. “I’ve made a few enemies in my short time as a phantom thief, in spite of my peaceful nature. They stop at nothing to gain a certain gem and it’s something I’m after as well.
“And the raven and crow thing is a metaphor for that group. I picked up the term due to their fondness for wearing all black uniforms. They are…” KID frowned. Once he divulged this, Hakuba would probably do something stupid.
“Well, I think they’re attempting what should be impossible.” Like become immortal. Nobody knew yet about what happened to him; Heiji and Sazerac just knew about the strange lines along his veins and the eyes. And, in a way, what happened to Kudou and Miyano could also be considered that, albeit more in the ‘become young again and go from there’ way.
Hakuba listened, and as he did he drank. When he finished, he set the glass down and returned to the bottle.
“More secrets,” he said, then again let his gaze be drawn to the bed. “To be expected, I suppose. All I know is that I’m to avoid them… as if Igo looking for trouble.”
The detective took his newly filled glass with him as he crossed the room to the bed, His free hand traced the edge of the covers, eyes on Kaito while he walked around to his side. Fingertips brushed what he could reach of the thief absently, casually.
“Would you like more?"