Kaito frowned, looking outside. The rain wasn’t really a bad thing, he supposed, but it seemed like it would worsen and quickly at that. His mom was in Hiroshima on a trip, so he had the place to himself.
Nemea, meanwhile, was curled up on the couch. He sprawled next to her, her only looking up at him for a second and going back to ignoring him. Nothing to do. Still, he could research some gems for the next few heists… He pulled out his phone and punched in a few key words.
Then, abruptly, a knock at the front door.
Hakuba brushed his matted, wet bangs from his face in frustration, huddling as close as he could manage to the door without touching it. The frame and entryway offered some protection from the inclement weather, but the detective was still well on his way to being soaked.
This was well and good for himself, albeit embarrassing,, but would absolutely ruin the envelope and subsequent contents that he carried.
Thunder rolled overhead, which deepened Hakuba’s frown. He knocked again, much less gentlemanly this time.