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There was a brief pause as Kaito returned the embrace, nuzzling into the crook of the blond’s neck, the familiar smell, warmth and simple presence of the other teen enough to make him relax.
“I’ve been fine,” he breathed out with a quiet chuckle. “Busy, as always, though. You know how it is. At least I’ve finally got a bit of time of now, which means I’ll be able to make sure you actually get some sleep.” And here he pulled back, lips stretched into a just a bit of a teasing smirk. “Come on, detective. I’m sure whatever it is you’re working on can wait until tomorrow.”
It felt so natural to hold him like that, and Hakuba was a little sad to watch him pull away, but of course the reasoning was more than worth it. “I suppose so,” he murmured, leaning right back in to kiss his forehead, then into his mess of hair. “Will you be staying with me~?”
It was nice to see someone with such manners, and she easily returned the smile.
“I know a lot about it and hate seeing how wrong a lot of people are about them.” She said shrugging. “Things people have done, like the witch hunts or other horrible things could of been easily avoided if people knew what it really was.”
It was close enough to the truth.
“I have done quite a bit of study, but it’s really hard figuring out fact from fiction sometimes.”
“Mm, you certainly have a point, there… Most people fear what they do not understand, as the saying goes, and it holds true. I may be a little wary of ghosts, but I honestly don’t think…” Hakuba shifted his gaze away for this, feeling a little silly with the admission that he was about to make.
“Well, I don’t think that I would do any harm to a ghost or other supernatural creature unless I knew for certain that there were no other way to deal with it. And in order for that to happen, they would have to be putting my life – or someone else’s – in legitimate and immediate danger. After all, living or dead or creature, they ought to have the same rights as any sentient being has, right…?”
The detective was blushing by this point, cheeks a rosy red while his ears had gone a delicate shade of pink.
“Those witch hunts, I mean really… the court systems were so corrupt, and I don’t think their methods were scientific at all when it came to determining if someone was a witch or not… and even then, did they have proof to suggest that being a witch was actually a bad thing? I once dated a witch. Other than using a love spell on me, breaking my heart, and then dumping me, she was a very lovely girl. I would be very upset if anyone were to try to burn her at the stake.”
