Fuzz
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And, of course, despite the fact that he'd just hit Heiji with enough silver glitter to make him sparkle under the lights everyone was too busy kicking up a fuss over Kazuha's annoyed yell. Kaito was not going to share the spotlight at his heist damn it!
Spinning around he grabbed Hakuba in a headlock, ignoring the half-Brit's shocked squawk. Then he dug his fingers into his blond hair with a cackle, and dropped another smoke bomb as he did so. Once he was sure that Hakuba's hair would be left a mess of frizz and fuzz, he released the flailing, snarling detective and bounced right out of the smoke cloud in the direction of Shinichi, a wild grin on his face.
Adrenaline was singing in his veins, and only one thought was in his mind: Recapture his favorite detective's attention in full!
Reaching out he grabbed Shinichi's face in between his hands, and followed his own momentum forward to crash, lip to lip, into his Princess. Shinichi gave a surprised "Umph!" as they toppled backwards, and Kaito answered with an outrageous "Muah!"
The room had exploded into sound, and, pulling away with a maniacal cackle, Kaito leapt up, leaving Shinichi floored (both literally and figuratively), and raced toward the stairwell to make his getaway.
