KID bounded forward, a large grin on his face. He led Hakuba through a few side streets and up a fire escape attached to a rather tall building, moving quickly. (Probably a bit fast, considering how he was much more used to these sorts of things than his stuffy cohort.)
“Well, great detective, there are things that you probably don’t get much of a chance to experience. After all, whenever you’re usually on rooftops, your focus is on catching me. It’s rather a shame, because then you miss some things.” He waited at the top, still grinning.
Hakuba was careful in his routine to include daily exercise. This usually meant going for a walk or playing badminton. Fencing, on occasion. Jogging, when he could find someone to go with him. He was, in fact, considered physically fit. But climbing buildings with speed was not something that he practiced often, which may explain, in part, why he really was never that good at catching Kaitou KID in the first place.
When he reached the top of the ladder, panting, the detective gave KID a tired, unamused look, then pulled himself up onto the roof top.
“…you don’t say,” Hakuba muttered, gathering himself up to stand. “And what, pray tell, am I missing out on?”
But at least he wasn’t Nakamori-keibu, and would have his breath back again momentarily.