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Not far away from the door stood a silver Aston Martin DB5 and the person having knocked was clad in a black leather shoes, a black suit with an off white shirt and a blue tie, he had light skin and blue eyes were hidden behind a pair of small, silver rimmed glasses. The only thing that never seemed to change about Kaito was his wild mess of dark brown hair. Otherwise he gave off an air of serene professionalism.
“Sir,” he started off in a well-practiced British accent, as soon as the door opened, “I am afraid that Q is not available as of this week, so I have taken the liberty of preparing your car. May I introduce myself?” He took to a quick bow, although not in the distinctly Japanese fashion. “I’m generally referred to as K. And please, I’d appreciate if there aren’t any remarks of kid towards me, I am older than I look.” A very, very quick smirk crossed his face before he looked perfectly composed again.
“As I began with, I took the liberty to add a few advantages to your current car. And if you would be willing, we can go and put them to a test. I assume you have a suit ready as well, because it has been arranged that we stop on our way to pick up your new assignment.” He looked at him as if this setting was perfectly normal and perfectly real. Then again… it really gave it an odd sense of realism because this actually was a rather large mansion with some British influences. The only thing missing now was a Bondgirl peeking around the door, clad in sinfully thin silk robes.
Oh, this was going to be such a fun day, without the stupid generic chocolate and roses, he would have felt awkward for doing that – he’d never taken to it, forgot about it and wondered why he suddenly got chocolate presents and… no. This however… was his way of celebrating Valentine’s at least this year.
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To say that Hakuba had been expecting it was a bit of an overstatement, though he really hadn’t foreseen all of the elaborate planning that had gone into it. Though, as he followed Kaito with a somewhat startled expression, he quickly began to realize that there was no way of knowing just how much of what he’d said was real at all; Kaito was good with acting, especially improv, and flights of fantasy were nothing new for the supposedly-not-a-thief.
All the detective could really do was shrug at first, deciding to trust him and go along with whatever was planned or imagined. Fortunately, Hakuba wasn’t that bad at coming up with material on the fly, either.
“Oh, I believe that I have something set aside, yes…” he responded casually, slipping into the act as he reached inside is suit jacket and pulled out a pair of dark shade sunglasses. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, K…” he said, slipping the glasses into place, small grin turning into a charmingly smug smirk.
“You may refer to me as Bond. Saguru James Hakuba Bond."
