kuroba-k:
Kaito on the other hand did not have that much trouble with this part, because Hakuba tried to be as scientific as possible. He only reminded the detective once in a while that it didn’t matter if it wasn’t standardised unless he asked for it and gave him the standarised scale to pick from.
Oops, well there he messed something up in his head. A slightly embarassed face looked back at Hakuba, when he smirked about the Judo question. Finally grinning back a little askew he explained:
“I’m sorry. I thought I remember that you’ve said something like that because Sherlock did so as well. I must have confused it with something else. I haven’t read any of the books for years either and I’ve never read all of them…” He truly wondered where his brain pulled that one out, usually his memory was very accurate. But it hadn’t hurt anyone and he still got the answers he wanted and scribbled them down.
Noticing the little hesitation, he pretended not to and smiled slightly at the KID comment. “As I said I suppose KID would actually pay attention to that. I can imagine he’d be the only criminal to scold you for being so unreasonable and chase after him instead of resting.” Chuckling, because he would indeed just do that. Let Hakuba catch up with him to give him an earful for neglecting his health and doing stupid and dangerous stunts.
“There’s one thing left for me to ask and then I’d like to get over to the hands on part. I would like to know how you currently live. Is it small or big and do you have any stairs you have to take to get home? Is anyone living with you and are they capable and available of helping you when you need help?”
“I tried to box in high school. In England,” Hakuba said off-handedly, rubbing the side of his face as he, too, attempted to figure out where judo might have come from. He could have said something about that in school. He did like to talk about Sherlock Holmes a lot, after all… even more so when he was younger. “But I’ve never been good at fighting, just… full-body tackling criminals… aha. Ahem.”
He internalized the comment about KID, taking it as a warning from the physical therapist himself, whom he was STILL convinced was the thief, even after all these years. Would Kaito really do that to him during a heist? Somehow, Hakuba couldn’t put it past him. With a derisive snort, he turned to the matter at hand and hesitated yet again.
“Ah… living arrangements…” Hakuba ran a hand over his injured leg again. “I have a little apartment in Tokyo, not too far from the police station. There are stairs, but there’s also an elevator, fortunately. I may be moving back to Ekoda, though… to my father’s home. It’s all sort of in the air at the moment, though. You see, ah…"
Deep breath, slow release.
"I’ve… well, the boy that I rescued– Miyu’s son? He’s living with me, now. Or will be, soon. Paperwork is still going through on that end, and his aunt has him for part of the time while I’m getting things worked out. He’s, ah, a four year-old, so he’s…” Hakuba lifted his hand to scratch at his neck again, nervously. “Not exactly the most helpful, though he tries. If I manage to arrange things with my father, though, I may be able to convince Baaya to fly out to stay with us…"
