Stalking was fun, he decided, even if he wasn't the best at it.
He turned the corner a moment after his subject, and hid a grin in his jacket. Really, this was just too much fun. Especially to see him turn around, as if knowing someone was following him, and freak out when he couldn't spot him in the sea of heads.
Stalking was fun.
He blinked, and a moment later, lost his subject. He cursed, and looked around for the other boy.
"Hello, Hakuba."
Hakuba jumped, and looked back, grinning sheepishly up at Kaito, who hung off a nearby lamppost, a single eyebrow arched.
He reached down and pulled off Hakuba's black wig, examining it a moment before making it disappear. "Horrible wig," he told him, "Now why are you stalking me?"
It was annoying. The only thing Kaito couldn't do. He scrunched up his face in the mirror, trying to get the look just right.
"Kuroba?" Hakuba looked over at him, baffled as to why Kuroba would be making faces in Aoko's pilfered cosmetic mirror.
Kaito looked at the blond, and then back to the mirror, making faces again. "I can't do it!" He scrunched up his nose in the mirror, and shot his eyebrows up.
"Do what?"
Kaito looked back at him, and then—"That!" he growled, pointing an accusing finger at Hakuba, who had just arched his right eyebrow with his question.