“I’m being serious. You have enough on your plate already between Pandora and the ravens and everything else. Making up stories about dragons would be in bad form, to say the least.”
He noted the scars down Hakuba’s back. Those weren’t any pattern he’d seen before, certainly not something caused by garden variety detective work. He got up and started getting dressed as well. It would be wisest if Hakuba weren’t irritated when asking about that.
“Dragons aren’t real."
Hakuba stood up and snatched his shirt from the nightstand, slipping his arms into the sleeves. His efforts stop there, and he looks back over his shoulder to Kaito. ”The world is getting knackered all around me and I haven’t figured out where I fit. Go back to bed. I’m not leaving. I just need… some fresh air, all right?“
He walked toward the balcony, brushing past the coffee table en route to take the half-empty bottle of scotch with him.