Kaito was barely listening to the blonde. It was cold and he didn’t take too well to it. His bare hands were freezing numb and his cheap winter coat did little to help against the biting cold. He had been listening to the detective for the last hour or two, he couldn’t remember now, rant and rave about Christmas, which in his opinion wasn’t that bad. It was a time to be romantic and cherish time with family and loved ones.
He did glance around briefly and didn’t see the gaudy decoration he was so used to but the peaceful loving faces of those who passed by. For a moment he wished for something like that but here he was stuck with a Englishman with a vendetta and an attitude of a pissed off terrier. He wasn’t expecting to get shoved out the classroom and force to pick up supplies and for what defending himself against the detective’s accusations.
He sighed and tried to bury his hurting nose into the fabric of his coat. The question caught him off guard. Casting a side ways glance he glared at the other.
“Why do you care?” he replied back prickly. He nerves were jumping around in his throat like always when the other talked to him.
“Well,” Hakuba said, tilting his head to look from Kaito to the next window as they passed, noting privately that it wasn’t nearly as attractively frosted as the ones back home. “I’m a pesky detective, clearly. It’s my job to ask annoying questions like that. Besides, I’m curious.”
Mittens on, he pushed his hands back into his pockets, shuffling the bags of things that the rep said they needed for the party. She’d only sent them out because they had been bickering again, he knew, but he didn’t quite understand the logic behind it. What made her think that forcing them to spend some time out in town would help anything? If anything, it seemed to be making things worse.