“Th’ hell did ya hear that from? I jus’ didn’ know it was goin’ ta rain. Was runnin’ ‘round all day lookin’ fer thin’s fer a case—ain’ concern ya,” he responded, interest piqued at Hakuba’s odd motion to rebutton his damp clothing. Heiji remembered the odd glint of silver his eyes spotted earlier and wondered if that had to do with it.
As the night (and the storm)continued, their surroundings only darkened. He’d be hard-pressed now to look for details that would reveal whatever it was the halfer was hiding under the wet shirt. Why was that so important to find out, though? “An’ what ‘bout ya? Figured ya might’ve been more prepared fer this sort’f weather—ain’ it always cloudy back in yer home country?”
“It’s often cloudy, yes, but more fog than anything. Regardless, the rain doesn’t bother me… and, honestly, I thought I’d be done with my work by now and back home. It sounds as though we’re approximately in the same boat, as it were.”
The blond detective, satisfied that he was sorted a gain, stepped past Hattori toward a pile of chairs to search for one that might be stable enough to sit on.
“Did you have any luck with your case?”