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Would you consider yourself a lightweight when it comes to alcohol?
“Hardly… I’m from the United Kingdom, eh? Half-brit. Yes, I realize that the Scots and the Irish are better known for their drinking, but you’d be hard-pressed to drink an Englishman under the table, too. I can think of few things more relaxing than sharing pints with good mates at a pub.
"In short, no- my alcohol tolerance is quite high."
How often do you travel? Where do you go?
“It feels like I travel every few weeks, all over Japan if not over seas. Typically, I head to the United Kingdom (my home), and various places in Europe. France is my favorite, but I’ve been all over. Germany, Italy, Sweden… to name a few. Those trips usually aren’t until summer when I take two or three weeks simply to travel for pleasure.”
Do you usually wipe down your soda cans and cups before drinking from them?
“Generally, yes. When not in my home or in a very familiar, trusted location, I typically give a cursory cleaning of all utensils, cups, and cans. I carry at least two clean handkerchiefs on my person at all times for such purposes. There have been too many close calls to do otherwise."
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“Oh, really? Didn’t anyone tell you how much fun anticipation can be?”
“Oh, I know all about that… though I admittedly like to be on the giving end of that, usually, Kaitou-san…”
What would you do if, somehow, for some reason, someone stole your car?
“That depends on if the bastard thieves have figured out that I have tracking devices hidden in the car. THREE of them! I would of course enlist the help of the police force to hunt them down and return my precious car to me, and then-”
“And then I would have to find out why they stole me car so I could decide if I needed to take them to court to have them punished to the full extent of the law or if I should try to help them in their obviously desperate situation of need.”
"But they BETTER not hurt my car!”
What is the make and model of the car you most frequently use?
“My baby is an M3 BMW convertible. God, isn’t she gorgeous?”
Holding the golden topaz up between his gloved fingers against the bright moonlit sky, he stared through the gem’s orange-brown hues… Lowering his arm, he sighed in disappointment. None of his detectives were present to make this heist even the least challenging. He glanced at the gem with a wry smile. Slipping the gem into a prepared envelope, he sent it with a written note: “My dear detective, this gem that I picked up which reflects your rich brown eyes, I place in your care. -Kaito KID”
Shit. That’s right, there’d been a heist the other night. Hakuba looked at his pocket calendar, then the scheduler in his phone, and finally the calendar on the wall with photos of the city of Paris. It had been written there, at least, but not…? Not in the rest of his books?
The detective frowned, glancing down at the gem in his handkerchief, ever so carefully rubbing at the surface to remove what fingerprints he could. How had he missed the heist? It wasn’t like him at all. Then again, he could have sworn that the others had gone after…? Or had they? Not that it mattered; Kaitou KID would have gotten away with it regardless. But still… he’d… forgotten entirely.
Hakuba set the stolen heist aside and rubbed at his eyes tiredly. He’d need to get it to the station right away to be returned to its rightful owner. And then he’d have to make it up to Kid somehow. Or did he? He wasn’t required to be at heists, was he? No- no he wasn’t. But then, how could he protect Kaitou if he didn’t attend? What if something had happened? Dammit… dammit!
He got up from his desk and carefully slid the note from Kaitou into his journal, then wrapped the heist up for safe stowing in his inner pocket. Better not to delay. He needed to get on top of things again. He couldn’t slip, not with something this important. The fact that he’d already made such a grievous mistake troubled him. If he’d missed something like this, where else was he slacking?