“Hmm, just a bit …. its not bad though.” He explained and hesitated in taking the offered seat. A bubble of laughter slipped past his lips. “Sorry, this is … beautiful but Hakuba, its me, not the emperor of Japan. You didn’t have to go so far. Not that I’m not grateful its just … well you seem confined. You can relax with me.”
He took the seat and angled it slight towards the other. He crossed one leg over the other, propped an elbow on the edge on the table and lean his cheek into his palm. A deliberate act to break the formality of the air.
“Shirori is still pissed at the both of us for messing up his nest, by the way. So I recommend bring those seeds next time you come over. ” He grinned easily.
As admittedly unconventional as it was, Kaito’s actions did seem to ease Hakuba somewhat, who let his shoulders slacken as he took his seat. “I imagine so. I’ll be certain to bring sunflower seeds next time, certainly. Does he prefer shelled or unshelled?”
Important questions for the dinner conversations, to be sure, and the detective managed a small, but genuine smile in their wake.