“I suppos’ yer right,” Kazuha thought momentarily about her direct meaning of the word. “Well, as long as it’s somethin’ orange or yellow than it’s good ‘nough for me” Kazuha said aloud looking over to Hakuba with a grin.
Kazuha could tell that he was pondering over something – he had the face Heiji had when he was contemplating something. She just wasn’t so sure what it was – or why he was looking at her while he did so. “Somethin’ wrong Hakuba-kun?” Kazuha asked furrowing a brow to him “Ya got that annoying anxious look on yer face"
Kazuha then took one of her arms and placed in on her hip and cocked her head to the side as she glared at him – in a full on attitude stance.
Kazuha then noticed the detective extend his arm for her – something Heiji had rarely done. If ever. She stared at him for a moment in awe – before her cheeks heated up and she gripped his arm semi roughly and began pulling him along, trying to hide her flustered face.
Annoying? She was calling his face annoying? Hakuba wasn’t sure what was worse, the insult, or the fact that this girl thought that it was appropriate. Then again, he had to remind himself that this was Osaka, and Kazuha was Hattori-san’s savage woman. A fine choice for a mate, he supposed, if one was a brute looking for a wild one.
The half-brit detective considered this further as the girl took his arm and dragged him onward, which caught him by some surprise.
"Ah- right, then,” Hakuba stammered and shifted his focus to keep pace with her.
What was he getting himself into?! At least at this rate, it wouldn’t take them long at all to reach the mall.