Hedgehog
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For the last few days Kaito had been looking for an excuse to 'run into' Kudou. Watching the baffling detective was no longer providing him with enough information to slack his thirst for knowledge. Unfortunately, the universe didn't seem too keen on the idea of aligning the planets properly and allowing the meeting to come to pass.
Kudou, it seemed, was laying low. Kaito didn't really blame him, even if he was amused as hell. The entire world seemed to know about that embarrassing little debacle at the last heist. As the reports on the heist were putting it 'Kid had broken code and re-nicknamed one of his detectives.'
Kaito didn't know what was funnier: The fact that the papers call them his detectives, or that they were familiar with his nicknaming procedures. In reality he hadn't exactly thought of changing the nickname, but in the end it really did suit, and, it was a very Kid thing to do. He couldn't help but wonder what the detective would do when he realized he was stuck being called Princess from now on.
All that aside, another failed day at finding said detective in his usual haunts lead Kaito to En Passant. The little diner/cafe, with its knight chess piece sign, was one of his favorite stops here in the Beika area, and he stopped in as often as possible. (Even if it meant dragging along one of 'his detectives'.)
Ambling inside he stopped in surprise at the sight of his quarry sitting at one of the tables with an array of manila folders and other papers spread around him. A cup of coffee sat, steaming faintly, at Kudou's elbow. It would just figure that he'd appear in the last place Kaito thought to look, when he wasn't looking.
Oh well, he was best at improvising anyway.
Wandering over he stopped beside the detective, and, not even waiting for him to acknowledge him said, "Hey, you're that guy from the Kid heist the other night. I saw you in the crowds."
Kudou looked up then, shoulders tense and a narrow eyed look of annoyance on his face and replied, acidly, "That could be anyone."
Grinning easily Kaito slid into the seat across from the detective. Kudou reminded him of a prickly little hedgehog that one had to tempt and tickle out of their spiny little ball. "No, I don't think so. I'm sure I'd remember someone like you."
