Timing
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Kaito had continued to follow the detective like he was a lost puppy, all the way through the streets of Beika. It wasn't until they'd turned onto the street itself that he realized he had the good timing to be following the detective home. Despite all the time he'd spent hanging around Shinichi, he'd yet to be invited to the detective's house (If you could call it that.) as Kuroba Kaito.
While Haibara gave a bland farewell and headed toward the house next to Shinichi's, the detective himself ambled toward his own home without even acknowledging he was still being followed.
"So," Kaito drawled, as Shinichi shoved the gates open. "This is where you live?"
The detective gave him a deadpan look of bemusement. "Yes?"
"If you're not sure, you should probably figure it out."
"Shut up, Kaito-kun."
Sighing theatrically at the detective (But at least he'd won the fight and gotten Shinichi to call him Kaito!), he drifted passed him and toward the front door like an eager puppy. Once Shinichi let him in Kaito immediately began looking around the foyer with intense curiosity, only to stop and stare at the... Well, he supposed it was a vase– It was like, some sort of metal one though, and heavily dented –that was on display like some important centerpiece.
"What," he asked. "is that?"
Shinichi turned to see where he was pointing, blinked and said, "My Anti-Creep Protection Device. Want to see how it works?"
Remembering how hard the Princess could kick, Kaito decided not to comment.