“Good. I don’t want him shooting the entertainment.” The relief was short-lived however.
…Ohcrap. Backpedaling time. “How many times do I have to say it? I’m not KID.” Though, really, given that whole mess with Janus shooting him and how Nakamori found out, he wasn’t really sure if Nakamori had told Hakuba. Or if Hakuba had visited when he was high out of his mind on pain medication. If either were the case, he may as well just end the charade.
Fortunately for Kaito, no one tells Hakuba anything. Ever. Especially when it’s important.
The woefully unaware detective sighed, expression turning dry, then irritated, and it took him a moment to force a painfully neutral appearance, which he did with a sigh.
“Right. Of course. Despite the insurmountable evidence and your consistent missteps, coupled by correlating behavior, you’re not KID. My apologies; I must have forgotten. It must be why I haven’t turned you in yet."
He pulled the towel under an arm and retrieved his cellphone again, frowning.
"If you’ll allow me to use your phone, I can call for a car. My mobile appears to be out of service- damn this storm. As for the dinner,” his tone abruptly changed to something more even, calm. Professional. “Are you free next Tuesday evening?"