“Not really.” Kaito shrugged. “Not exactly my thing.“
The fact that he was underage wasn’t the main reason. Just the thought of possibly going to a heist or having something unexpected – dangerous – happen the day after he would’ve been drinking, and simply imagining how much slower his reflexes would be…
It was far from an appealing thought.
Besides, who knew what he’d end up blabbering about if he got drunk?
Leaning against the wall, he stuffed his hands into his pockets, gaze flickering towards the duffel bag again and lips quirking into the hint of a teasing smirk as he directed it back towards the detective. “So you brought sleepover stuff. Is that really your way of trying to ruin my evening?”
Not that there was much of anything to ruin anyway though.
“More or less, yes."
Hakuba wondered how this could not an effective plan. Kaito disliked the detective, the detective liked gathering information and revenge, and this would kill two birds with one stone. Except that he genuinely wanted to be Kuroba’s friend, eventually.
"Is it… not working? I could interrogate you, I suppose.. Or, ah, accuse you of being sloppy tonight.”