Kaito was even more curious now, due to the timeframe (years plural and parole were indicative), but the way Hakuba had acted made it sound much less like a normal case for him. “Well, I got a cat. Someone just left her at the doorstep and I took her in. And I had a strange dream of being attacked by Yamato no Orochi… Boring stuff, really.”
He was omitting a lot, though. The KID stuff was out of the question and the stuff that was basically magic was also out of the question. He didn’t want one of his detective’s heads to explode.
“Ah, yes, the hissing from under the couch.” Hakuba stayed standing next to the chair, unsure of what to do with himself. Even his words sounded distracted at best. He pulled the towel away from his shoulders and shivered again, draping it over the seat of the chair, and folding his arms afterward to try to retain some of his body heat.
“I’ve never had a cat myself, but they seem like they would make good, quiet companions… I trust there’ve been no issues with your lovely doves?”