The minute the knock resound Kaito was cursing. After catching the soldering iron to an already scarred part of his index finger he want to throw his half finished glider towards the offending sound. Climbing off the stool he worked his way through the metal pipes and white sail cloth towards the large framed photo that acted like a door. Dark grey sweat pants hung low on his hips as he snagged a white tee shirt and red zip up hoodie.
Half hoping who ever had dropped by had left in the time he got down stairs he opened the door smoothly and looked out.
“Hakuba?!” He exclaimed.
There he was, Kuroba Kaito in all of his… casual glory. Hakuba tilted his head just a few degrees to the left, looking him over with a vague sort of expression of disbelief. He caught himself in a heartbeat, though, and shook his head to set things right again, forcing a wincing smile in an attempt to be pleasant.
“Ah, Kuroba-kun! I’m… sorry for interrupting your day. I… was wondering if… well, wait, let me start again.” Hakuba cleared his throat with a tiny, awkward cough, and forced his smile to be just a little bit wider. “What I meant to say was… It’s been a while, Kuroba-kun; how’ve you been?”