“I dare say, little goat, you should come with me to London some time… I think you’d enjoy it immensely."
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“I suppose you enjoy those areas for the FOOD? French cuisine, after all, has impeccable TASTE.”
Or so she’d read. She wasn’t too much of a varied eater, and it was rare enough she went outside anywhere to eat. The master’s tastes were pleasing enough to her palate.
“It does, indeed… but that is not the reason why I will be going there."
Hakuba reached for a cup and tea pouch, setting to work to make himself some. Because, as previously noted, tea solves everything and is perfect.
"I have family in England and work in Paris. Well, I suppose that I have work everywhere, but France is a place that I’m particularly fond of. No one seems to care if you’re a halfer as long as you can speak the language with relative fluency… and I’m rather fond of the Bohemian ideals, were I to be honest with myself.”
He set the cup to steep, then looked back to Dlanor.
“Still, Paris is a city just like any other… with its high points and its own set of problems."
“…I apologize. I’ve never been and this was a bit on the fly.” KID maintained his pokerface, but internally facepalmed himself. That’s right, that’s where Hakuba was calling from during the Chat Noir case instead of joining in the hunt.
Ah… perhaps he’d been a little too cold. Hakuba frowned, looking down at the city after that, chiding himself. Kaitou was trying. “No, no; no apologies necessary. It’s… nice, actually, taking in the sights with someone else for once."
The detective steeled himself, then looked back at the thief with a hesitant smile.
"I see your point… Thank you for bringing me here. Ah, what is your favorite part? Of the city, I mean."
Kazuha stared blankly at him and became slightly agitated when he told her not to yell. She liked to yell – especially when she thought someone was acting like an aho.
Kazuha, however, wasn’t going to say that. It’d be rude and that is after all why she’d yelled at him in the first place. She tried to keep a noticeable smile on her face as she listened carefully to his words.
Kazuha stood in a particularly awkward stance as the detective paced around her -she couldn’t help but follow his movements with her eyes.
“Oi…” Kazuha whispered quietly a small blush on her face as she’d turned to face him. “I am a 2-dan in aikido, so no further need ta inspect me a’right?” Kazuha said slightly embarrassed before raising a brow to him.
“My weaknesses?” Kazuha inquired “Why’d ya wanna know my weakness?”
“Ah…” Hakuba blanched. That was not what he had been expecting. “I was going to use the information to determine what your passion was, but… ah, I suppose it’s Aikido."
Well. Okay then.
Sheepishly, Hakuba rubbed the back of his head with a hand, then looked onward. The mall was in sight.
"Let us… resume our quest, then, and procure a new mobile phone for you, ne, Toyama-chan?”
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“It is one of the many places created by the MASTER. It is often frequented by others, so I thought it might be a place you would LIKE.”
She slid in to the side across him and removed her spectacles, having no need for them here. Empty cups had been summoned; as was a hot kettle. If the inquisitor seemed pleased that the location was to Hakuba’s liking, it was well-hidden by her usual Iron Maiden’s expression. “Your pick of the brew, as USUAL. Has anything of interest happened with you on your side of THINGS?”
Dlanor didn’t usually care for the happenings of other fragments—not since her falling out, but while a guest was here she may as well inquire of the comings and goings of their world.
“Lemon and ginger, I think,” Hakuba said quietly, pushing the idea of Earl Grey out of his mind. He needed practice to be able to adapt. “And, no, not really… not as such."
The detective leaned back in his seat, looking up at the ceiling for a moment as he considered. There were always cases, certainly, and he had found quite a few things ‘interesting’ throughout his interactions with others. But interest being subjective, Hakuba didn’t think that anything he had to say would be of interest to the woman. Not sincerely, at any rate.
"I may return to London for a time… visit Paris again. That is the only thing of note that I can really think of at present.”
“Haven’t you ever stopped to look at the city at night? Just stopping for a bit, instead of running about, and enjoying it?” KID was on the ledge, looking out to the city. “Nice, isn’t it?”
Hakuba raised a brow, watching the thief. The city at night was nothing new to him. He’d often brought himself to places like this in the dead of night to think, to be alone. But Kaitou wouldn’t know that, would he? The detective wet his lips with his tongue, then approached, gaze steady on KID instead.
“It’s something,” he said softly, noncommittally. Hakuba glanced briefly at the view when he was closer, then back at Kaitou. “But it’s not Paris.”
KID bounded forward, a large grin on his face. He led Hakuba through a few side streets and up a fire escape attached to a rather tall building, moving quickly. (Probably a bit fast, considering how he was much more used to these sorts of things than his stuffy cohort.)
“Well, great detective, there are things that you probably don’t get much of a chance to experience. After all, whenever you’re usually on rooftops, your focus is on catching me. It’s rather a shame, because then you miss some things.” He waited at the top, still grinning.
Hakuba was careful in his routine to include daily exercise. This usually meant going for a walk or playing badminton. Fencing, on occasion. Jogging, when he could find someone to go with him. He was, in fact, considered physically fit. But climbing buildings with speed was not something that he practiced often, which may explain, in part, why he really was never that good at catching Kaitou KID in the first place.
When he reached the top of the ladder, panting, the detective gave KID a tired, unamused look, then pulled himself up onto the roof top.
“…you don’t say,” Hakuba muttered, gathering himself up to stand. “And what, pray tell, am I missing out on?”
But at least he wasn’t Nakamori-keibu, and would have his breath back again momentarily.
“CERTAINLY.”
Dlanor led the man into a rather dark-looking pub area. Judging by the various booths and the bar that sat straight in the middle, it seemed to mimic the old 1920’s speakeasies. One or two felines slept their cares away upon some of these booths as if they were patrons themselves. She picked a candlelit booth near the window, the weather outside being something akin to the pitter-patter of blues rain. “Sometimes, tea seems best served when the atmosphere is COLD. That way its warm aroma penetrates and soothes the BONES.”
The level of appreciation that Hakuba had for Dlanor was quickly doubled – no, tripled – as he looked around the pub. He soaked it all in, reveling n the chill, the sound of the rain, the flickering lights against the dark walls. God, it’d be difficult to focus on tea when this place clearly called for scotch.
But then, tea was perfect.
He waited for Dlanor to take a seat before taking one himself, content smile fixed on his face.
“Very intriguing choice, Miss Knox… I very much approve. I was not aware that such little nooks existed in this place… but I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised."