Spring
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Curious though he was, Kaito refrained from looking at the papers Kudou was pouring over. Though, after seeing what looked like the hand of a dead body in the corner of a picture that had, momentarily, poked out from beneath a sheet of paper, Kaito was pretty sure he didn't, in fact, want to know.
"Kuroba-kun!" a cheerful voice greeted him. Kaito looked up at one of the young waitresses.
Grinning cheekily he produced a vivid yellow rose which he presented to the woman, "How are you doing Fujioka-san?"
Laughing happily, the young woman took the flower and tucked it into the neat bun she had her hair up in. "I'm doing great, but I haven't seen you in a few weeks. We've missed your presence." Then, all laughing good cheer aside she asked, "Your usual today?"
"No, I think I'll just have a hot chocolate for now."
As Fujioka moved off Kaito noticed that Kudou was giving his hand a peculiar, intent, look. Oh, right, he'd just done magic in front of the detective. Silly him. Grinning wider he asked, "What's the matter? Want a flower too?"
Kudou started abruptly at the fact that he was being addressed, and gave him an owlish look before the words sunk in. With a disdainful snort the detective said, "Contrary to current popular belief, I am not, in fact, girly."
"That can be fixed," Kaito pointed out cheekily, and, with a snap, made a pink rose appear in his fingers. Reaching over the table he tucked the flower behind the cranky detective's ear, then sat back smirking. "There, now you have a touch of spring color. I think it suits you."
Kudou was looking at him like he wished he'd drop dead, and, oddly, it made Kaito's day.