At the sound of Hakuba’s voice, KID looked up, his expression going flat. This was just his sort of luck. And he naturally had all these questions that he had neither time no desire to answer. In his opinion, it was rather stupid of Hakuba to expect different.
“You’ll have to excuse me, but there really isn’t time for those questions.” He straightened up, taking a look around the rooftop and noting the direction of the wind. He wasn’t sure if he actually could hear the men in black coming up the stairs or if he was simply being paranoid.
Stupid or not, Hakuba looked quite displeased at the thief’s retort. Straightening up himself, the detective brushed his clothing off, then set to work readjusting his tie in a huff. At least, until he thought he heard footsteps, too.
“Kaitou-san…” he said cautiously, lips tightening in to a thin, straight line. “Are there hunters on your trail at this very moment? Specifically, in this very vicinity? I should tell you that I’m not too keen in getting wrapped up in your hi-jinx tonight.”
Not that the detective had much of a choice – neither of them did – but still.