“How good are you at sewing?” Kaito asked quickly.
“Sewing?” Hakuba repeated the question, grimacing as he flopped back onto his pillow, heaving a sigh. What was this nonsense? “I can replace buttons and hands-stitch for small repairs, but that’s about where my tailoring experience ends… are you in need of a tailor?"
Blindly, he reached for the nightstand and pulled open the drawer, groping for his wallet.
"I’ve got my man’s phone number here… somewhere.. if you need a referral… why do you need this so late at night?"