“You can put it…” Kaito looked around. “Over on that chair.” He gestured toward the chair in question. He didn’t really care all that much, to be honest.
“Almost everything about that seems normal for you. An emergency, though? What happened? Someone get hurt?” (Curiosity may have killed the cat, but he was now currently unkillable, as far as he knew.)
“N-no, not exactly…”
Hakuba stepped over to the chair and, still carefully, draped the suit jacket over its back. Nothing, as far as he could tell, was out of order. He checked his collared shirt, as well, draping the somewhat damp towel over his shoulders to ensure that nothing would be seen. He would not repeat the same mistake that he made with Heiji.
“Ah, a criminal that I put away years ago was up for parole for ‘good behavior.’ I only found out the day before his trial, and took the first available flight back home to prevent it from being granted."
He cleared his throat, awkwardly. "But that’s… taken care of, now. What have you been up to, if you’re able to say?"