“You’re welcome.” He chirped and knelt down in front of the mans feet to collect the shoes and lay the slippers down. Carefully and neatly he rested the dress shoes next to one that look frightfully like KID’s and closed the door softly.
“Do you want anything? Tea?” He asked with his usually teasing tone.
“Tea would be…” Hakuba’s voice trailed off as the shoes caught his gaze and he blinked at them, freezing for a heartbeat as the evidence smacked him in the face. He recognized those shoes. They were, without a doubt- no, there was the possibility for assumptions to ruin him, but they could EASILY be – Kaitou Kid’s shoes.
But why would Kuroba leave them by the door? His brows knit but he tore his gaze away, biting back the oh-so-strong urge to investigate. Leave it, he commanded himself like he might a hunting dog. Instead, he turned his attention back to Kaito and nodded with another small and carefully measured smile. “Lovely. Tea would be lovely, thank you.”
If the tease was noticed, he didn’t let it show. Whether that was because he was used to Kuroba’s teases or he just didn’t care enough as long as there was tea… was up for debate.