Send me “Here, kitty kitty!” and my muse will grow cat ears and a tail and adopt the mannerisms of a cat/kitten for the entirety of a thread!
The rustling sound of leaves made the tail sticking out of the waist of his pants flick nervously and Kaitou glanced around, quickly, the feline ears sitting on top of his head twitching as he listened.
…Nothing.
Just the wind, then.
It didn’t quite ease the uncertainty and slight paranoia bubbling in his chest though and he turned back towards the window, silently hoping Hakuba had already made it home. The heist had ended a little less than an hour ago, but who knew how pissed Nakamori had been or if he’d forced the blond to stay behind or if—
He knocked on the window, ears perking for any sound of movements from within the house.
Fortunately for the thief and the detective, Hakuba had been able to deflect most of the anger on the rest of the team with a few carefully chosen words that dripped with a sort of ‘I told you this would happen, you again refused to listen, and unless you want me to present you a detailed list of every single one of your errors, with time stamps, then I suggest you turn around and WALK AWAY’ air. The icy glare he’d used had helped, of course, but it was definitely the presence that mattered most.
It would cost him later, but Hakuba really just wanted to get home.
After setting his keys down on the end table near the door to his lavish bedroom, Hakuba paused and glanced toward the window. Tapping…? Kid usually just let himself in, didn’t he? Then again, it was quite soon after the heist, but… who else would come rapping at his window?
Musing over thoughts of Poe, Hakuba made his way to the window without even removing his overcoat, far too comfortable in the layers to give it up until absolutely necessary. He’d left the lights off, but he didn’t need light to see that there was a person waiting there for him, so familiar in silhouette that even his tired eyes knew at once who it was. Without hesitation, he unlocked the windows and pulled them open with a smile.
“Welcome, my little raven,” he said, far too amused with himself to notice, until 3.8 seconds later, that something was amiss. Then he blinked, tilting his head to one side as the smile faded into a craggy line of confusion. “…Are you cosplaying?”