“Yeah, it’s fine.” No need to be spiteful. He was just hoping the storm cleared before nightfall. Sudden glowing red eyes would be a hell of a lot harder to explain and would probably involve dropping the charade about not being KID. (His colored contacts would be arriving in a few days and time travel wasn’t something he could do.)
“Anyway, aside from being a postman, what’ve you been doing as of late? I haven’t really seen you around within the past few weeks.”
Post…man?
Now that Hakuba thought about it, he had been delivering quite a few envelopes to people. He frowned again, but it was more of a feigned pout than anything serious. The detective finished very carefully removing his suit jacket and looked for somewhere to hang it.
“Oh, you know… fighting with Hattori-san… gathering evidence for cases. I went home to London for a while, as well… An… ah, emergency, of sorts. May I set this somewhere?"