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The moment he heard the faint sound of footsteps approaching the windows, Kaitou brightened, ips tugging into a small grin of relief as he waited, a little impatiently, for Hakuba to tug them open.

“…Hello, detective.” A slightly sheepish chuckle left the thief’s throat and he slid past the blond and into his bedroom without even so much as waiting for an invitation – not that he ever did that anyway, but. That was besides the point and there were more important matters to pay attention to right now.

Like magical gems and the apparent existence of curses.

He glanced around the dark room, hands idly – and a little nervously – playing with his cape. They just really needed something to do and rubbing his tailwasn’t exactly—

…Let’s just say he’d already tried it and he wasn’t quite sure what to think of how that had felt.

“—No,” Kaitou finally replied, grin a little more forced as he turned to look at Hakuba again, fingers curling into the white fabric. “Not…exactly.” He paused. “…What do you know about magic, detective? Not sleight of hand or illusions, but…real magic?”

The question surprised him more than anything else; Hakuba was used to Kaitou Kid doing whatever he pleased, particularly when it came to the detective, but magic? Real magic? He wondered if it was some sort of a joke. Hesitantly, he closed the windows and slipped the latch in place before turning to face him, one brow rising.

"Well… I did date Koizumi-san for a month or so…”  Thirty two days, 15 hours, seven minutes, 24 seconds, precisely. “I don’t know if you recall that, but during that time, I did happen to learn quite a bit about witches and curses, demons, summoned servants, and something about spiders…” Hakuba frowned at the memory; he’d entirely lost count of how many spiders he’d had to carefully extract from the manor by Akako’s request, setting them outside in the grass. 

“But, more to the point, I can tell you that love potions are evil and ill-advised.” He paused. “Are you saying that you’ve… been bewitched? Is this Koizumi-san’s doing?!”

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The rustling sound of leaves made the tail sticking out of the waist of his pants flick nervously and Kaitou glanced around, quickly, the feline ears sitting on top of his head twitching as he listened. 

…Nothing.

Just the wind, then. 

It didn’t quite ease the uncertainty and slight paranoia bubbling in his chest though and he turned back towards the window, silently hoping Hakuba had already made it home. The heist had ended a little less than an hour ago, but who knew how pissed Nakamori had been or if he’d forced the blond to stay behind or if—

He knocked on the window, ears perking for any sound of movements from within the house.

Fortunately for the thief and the detective, Hakuba had been able to deflect most of the anger on the rest of the team with a few carefully chosen words that dripped with a sort of ‘I told you this would happen, you again refused to listen, and unless you want me to present you a detailed list of every single one of your errors, with time stamps, then I suggest you turn around and WALK AWAY’ air. The icy glare he’d used had helped, of course, but it was definitely the presence that mattered most. 

It would cost him later, but Hakuba really just wanted to get home. 

After setting his keys down on the end table near the door to his lavish bedroom, Hakuba paused and glanced toward the window. Tapping…? Kid usually just let himself in, didn’t he? Then again, it was quite soon after the heist, but… who else would come rapping at his window? 

Musing over thoughts of Poe, Hakuba made his way to the window without even removing his overcoat, far too comfortable in the layers to give it up until absolutely necessary. He’d left the lights off, but he didn’t need light to see that there was a person waiting there for him, so familiar in silhouette that even his tired eyes knew at once who it was. Without hesitation, he unlocked the windows and pulled them open with a smile. 

“Welcome, my little raven,” he said, far too amused with himself to notice, until 3.8 seconds later, that something was amiss. Then he blinked, tilting his head to one side as the smile faded into a craggy line of confusion. “…Are you cosplaying?”