The stream of questions pulled a quiet snort from Kaito’s lips and he stopped, glancing over his shoulder at Hakuba, before briefly directing his gaze to the muted TV. The rather terrible action movie he’d been watching before the detective came knocking was still showing, but, thankfully, it seemed to be nearing the end.
“Not really. Just the only thing on right now that caught my attention, I guess,” he shrugged.
And then a wide, sly grin stretched across his face as he turned to fully face Hakuba, hand stretched out in an expectant manner. “And I think I’ll take you up on that offer about your credit card now, if you don’t mind.“
Oho, the things he could do with that thing~
"What soda do you want? I’ve got tea in the kitchen, if that’s more your thing though.”
“Ha ha- you think I’m that naive? No. I’ll hold on to the card until you need it to pay for the pizza, and then you may borrow it for only as long as it takes to read the numbers over the phone or enter them in on your computer. And then you will hand it back to me. And while I do know that you have eidetic memory, I expect you to be respectful and not abuse it.”
Rant over, Hakuba considered for a moment, approaching the living room while scouting out a place to put his duffel down.
“Ah, do they have rootbeer? We don’t get that in England so much… I’ve always wanted to try it."