Kaito wanted so badly to break out into a wide smile but held back to a minor passive one. To be honest he had completely forgotten about the shoes being there but they did provide a perfect opportunity to see is Hakuba would react traditionally. Well there was a reaction, a tiny one, at least there wasn’t the screaming accusations.
“Great!! Let me put on the kettle and grab the tea. You can sit where ever you like. Make yourself at home.” He said cheerily and moved easily to the kitchen area. Leaving Hakuba to find his own way.
The abundant cheer seemed manic at best, and Hakuba winced as he followed along. Had he upset Kuroba by noticing the shoes? What should he have done? And why, now, was he being granted such freedom in the house? It worried him. Worried him in that way when prey knows it’s being played with, even if the cat swears otherwise. The detective padded, slippers making soft sounds as he attempted to keep up, not wanting to get lost or be swept with too much temptation. And there was, really, so much temptation.
“Th-thank you,” he said, voice full of caution. But, really, now that he had Kuroba talking to him, he didn’t really want to leave his side. “Is there anything that I can do to help?”