Hakuba nearly dropped the book in surprise. Nearly. Instead of that, he gave to the teenager hanging over him like a parody of his own hawk, a dirty look. He tried to repress a the snarky reply that come to his lips, but it wasn’t in his nature.

“Even if it’s quite big, the front door is easy to see.” He replied mildly, watching the coloured ball on Kaito’s hands. As much as he know, they could be gas bombs too, and getting Kuroba angry would get him nowhere.

“Kafka on the Shore, from Haruki Murakami.” They both just looked at each other, the moment stretching into silence, until Hakuba remembered some manners. “Please, have a seat.” He gestured towards the couch in front of him.


(OOC:; I’m actually reading this book XD)