“I know what I’m doing. This is just more difficult when the passenger is older.” KID noticed Hakuba clinging, but for the moment this actually helped, so he was in a way grateful. He was paying more attention to the wind currents, however. Good thing they were keeping them aloft, though not as steady a height as he preferred.
They would need to land sooner than he’d planned. KID could only hope it would give them the distance they needed. He scanned the landscape below them, steering for a relatively clear area, or as close as he was likely to find when they were so deep in the city.
“As much as I appreciate your cooperation, when we get closer to the ground I need you to unwrap. We’ll both need to run a little. But if I push you, roll away.” He hoped he was still being fairly polite, but now wasn’t much of a time to worry about that. The guys in black didn’t care about manners or flash. They wanted blood, and that’s not the sort of crowd KID particularly wanted to please.
Hakuba, who normally enjoyed flying well enough, did not particularly like this instance of being in the air. There was no seat belt, no comfortable chair, no complimentary cocktail. Instead the howling wind obscured pieces of the phantom thief’s commands, which called far too much attention on the detective’s part to try to listen. But he understood.
“Yes, yes, very good, whatever you like!”
At least, it’s hoped that he understood what Kaitou had tried to tell him.
Stomach clenched even more tightly than his limbs around the thief, Hakuba felt distinctly unsorted.