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Hakuba wasn't quite sure how this game was going to be played. He wasn’t even sure about Kuroba coming to his house to talk about the lates days. It was a sensation he should be used to, the uncertainty but....no.
Sort of like a heist, but without the calling card to warn him in advance. It seemed like a great deal of his time was spent waiting for Kuroba-Kid, really. Waiting for a heist notice of the Phantom Thief, waiting for the day of the heist, waiting for his appearance. Waiting for another prank of Kuroba, another smart reply, another trick..
Hakuba was currently curled up on a couch in the upstairs reading room, staring at the book in his hands but no reading it, debating on if he should call Kuroba to be sure that he was going to come or not. Hakuba waited, giving up all pretence of reading the book.
He had very little qualms about admitting that he was a bit of a control freak. But sometimes you had to give up some control to gain control. Damn, he hate not to know.
Sort of like a heist, but without the calling card to warn him in advance. It seemed like a great deal of his time was spent waiting for Kuroba-Kid, really. Waiting for a heist notice of the Phantom Thief, waiting for the day of the heist, waiting for his appearance. Waiting for another prank of Kuroba, another smart reply, another trick..
Hakuba was currently curled up on a couch in the upstairs reading room, staring at the book in his hands but no reading it, debating on if he should call Kuroba to be sure that he was going to come or not. Hakuba waited, giving up all pretence of reading the book.
He had very little qualms about admitting that he was a bit of a control freak. But sometimes you had to give up some control to gain control. Damn, he hate not to know.
