“Aww, come on, he’s notbad enough to have deserved that,” said the guy pranking the Inspector on an almost daily basis, only barely holding back a laugh as he thought back on the look on Nakamori’s face. Oh lord, it had been priceless! If only Hakuba had told him about it beforehand. He would’ve brought a camera!
"Although, if you wanna try anything again, I’ve got a pair of glitter- and dye-bombs you could use~”
He laughed, but quickly changed his expression to a disapproving frown. “Now, now… I’m not one to resort to dye or any sort of prank that would cause lasting effects. I know first-hand just how annoying it is to try to get that out of clothing, and I don’t want to get into any legitimate trouble…"
Really, though, did the magician have any idea how difficult it was to restore blond hair to its original color when tampered with? Likely not.
Pursing his lips, Hakuba slipped his hands into his pockets and continued on, just imagining the sort of hellfire that Nakamori would rain down if something like that were to ever happen. God no. "Besides, didn’t you like the chaos and confusion better than just plain anger? It was splendid!"
