“Aw, come come now.” Kaito chirped and climb back to his laying spot on the detective. “Don’t pout. It’ll make me want to kiss it away.”
He sighed in complete relaxation and contentment. Nuzzling his cheek and nose against the other chest he curled around the detective then stretched out his legs fully. One of those long one that made his joints burn and feel amazing when he finally release the tension.
Hakuba moved to get more comfortable, letting Kaito curl up against him again. He sighed, exaggerating the sound as he lifted his hand to his forehead, going for theatrics to dismiss his genuine sadness for the sudden lack of wine. “You know that will just make me want to pout even more, don’t you? Hmf.”
The detective then set his hands on the thief’s shoulders, finding that he enjoyed the close contact and perhaps he’d had enough wine, really. He felt so warm, so relaxed. “That reminds me…” he said as his thoughts wandered from topic to topic. “Are you going to explain why it made you so angry when I tried to give you back the monocle? I thought you’d be pleased…"