Red faced Kaito glared at him. “Jerk.”
He pushed away from the glass and hurried down the side walk. Not everyone was rich and could afford nice clothes. He clenched the bags of stuff in his hurting hands and tried to bury himself deeper in his useless coat. He felt so … inadequate standing near the other. Like a pauper and a prince. A prince with a chauvinistic pig like attitude and little care for the little middle class thief walking beside him. Not that he knew he was a thief. That wasn’t the point here. No, the point he was trying to establish was that Hakuba was a jerk.
“…Jerk?" Hakuba was stunned, staring, and it took him a moment to realize that Kaito had left. "Ah- hey! Kuroba-kun! Wait for me!”
The detective scurried after the thief, lips pressed in a frown. He had to sort of shuffle to keep hold of everything in his arms while keeping his hands in the warmth of his pockets. He hadn’t meant to offend Kaito, though as he chased after, it sort of dawned on him that perhaps he had.
“Ah, apologies, I hadn’t meant to sound so critical, it’s just that burberry is… well, it’s, cashmere! You know what I mean?"
Because that really fixes anything, right?