Once, they met during a Kid heist and ended up strung to a flagpole in their underwear in the middle of night at a televised soccer game. After that, they began spending more time together to share their sorrows about a certain pain in the ass thief.
Hakuba knows that Conan is a bit strange (and hella smart) for a child but he DOES NOT CARE. A detective is a detective. Age did not matter.
This is something absolutely priceless to Conan and he is overjoyed to hear this from someone that doesn’t know his true identity.
“Indeed I am! Standoffish Sonarchy at your service, Candidate!♪” he called in a sing-song voice. “Why, thank you! Don’t mind the red eyes, that comes with my mask. Your name is?…”
“Hakuba Saguru… I find your colors very striking. You’re a very handsome creature, though I’ve never seen a bat quite like you. Pray tell, how did you come to speak? Or were you born with that ability? And what is the instrument that you carry? Some sort of… trumpet?”
