With a snort of disdain, Saguru looked down at Kuroba. His skin hung loosely at his neck, and not even Poker Face could hide the misery he was in. Though he was cold-blooded, Hakuba knew that long sleeves and gloves must be torturous in this weather. Kuroba stared off into the distance like a zombie, eyes glassy and the pack of cards in the corner of his desk untouched. "Honestly, Kuroba. There's a heist tomorrow. You're planning on going like this?"
Kuroba only shrugged, waving a floppy hand. "'M fine," he mumbled behind a face mask. "B'sides. Not KID."
"I didn't say you were." Kuroba lowered the face mask to stick out his forked tongue at Saguru. Saguru saw the greyish, dull scales and rolled his eyes. "You shouldn't even be at school in your condition."
Kuroba shrugged. "Not contagious."
Saguru withheld a groan. "Of course moulting isn't contagious. It's an internal process for which you should be resting and not planning a heist."
"I'll finish tonight," Kuroba muttered. "It's nothing I can't handle."
Saguru's ear twitched. "You idiot. Molting takes weeks. This is your first day. If I see you at the heist tomorrow, I will drag Edogawa-kun up here and we will personally see you detained."
Kuroba only tilted his head. "Will you now?" He let a sly smile slip before sliding the mask back over his face. "Good luck with that, Haku-boar."
"I'm serious, Kuroba. Don't make me get Aoko-san involved, too," Saguru threatened, leaning closer to Kuroba. The scales around Kuroba's eyes crinkled, and he lifted a finger to poke Saguru in the center of his snout. Saguru flinched away, and Kuroha let out a raspy, serpentine laugh.
It was quickly cut off by a large wing of brilliant brown feathers whacking Kuroba upside the head. "Kaito," scolded Aoko, "Leave Hakuba-kun alone."
Straightening his shirt, Saguru coughed. "My thanks, Aoko-san."
"Sorry about him," she said, wrestling Kuroba into the desk with just a wing. "He doesn't like molting. It changes his scales every time."
"And I like my scales," Kuroba protested from beneath Aoko's wing. "What if my scales become something gross like pink? Green eyes and pink scales do not look good together, Aoko."
"What's wrong with pink?" Aoko shot a glare over her shoulder. "Hakuba-kun is pink."
"Exactly," hissed Kuroba, and Saguru decided it was time to take his leave.
Aoko took her other wing and patted Saguru's shoulder with it. She had a long wingspan, nearly double her height. "Ignore him, Hakuba-kun." She frowned in concentration as, behind her, Kuroba tried to slither out from beneath her wing. "Though it's easier said than done," she gritted out, her mouth somewhere between a toothy grin and a grimace.
Saguru snorted. "Oh, believe me." Kuroba's tail flicked back and forth on the ground, rattling as it moved. "I know."
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Conan's part bat, Kaito is part snake, of course Hakuba is part pig, and by all means, let's make Heiji a bear. Ran is part komodo dragon, Kazuha is a lemur, and Aoko is part horse and eagle so the world should be terrified.
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