Hakuba folded his arms. “Well…Kaito. It’s a rather unusual name, isn’t it?”
A big grin made its way across the magician’s face. The kind of grin that said it was good to be alive. The kind of grin that said Hakuba was going to be very, very sorry in a few minutes. “It is. My father named me.”
“I see,” Hakuba said. It seemed to jive with what he knew of the late Kuroba Toichi.
But before he could say anything else, Kuroba added, “Yes. Dad died two years before I was born.”
Hakuba froze. “He died two years…then how did he name you?”
Kaito seemed to radiate false innocence. “He left a note for my mother.”
“…knowing you, that’s almost possible,” Hakuba deadpanned. One of these days, he would learn not to ask.
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Date: 2007-09-27 03:15 am (UTC)Kuroba looked up. “What about it?”
Hakuba folded his arms. “Well…Kaito. It’s a rather unusual name, isn’t it?”
A big grin made its way across the magician’s face. The kind of grin that said it was good to be alive. The kind of grin that said Hakuba was going to be very, very sorry in a few minutes. “It is. My father named me.”
“I see,” Hakuba said. It seemed to jive with what he knew of the late Kuroba Toichi.
But before he could say anything else, Kuroba added, “Yes. Dad died two years before I was born.”
Hakuba froze. “He died two years…then how did he name you?”
Kaito seemed to radiate false innocence. “He left a note for my mother.”
“…knowing you, that’s almost possible,” Hakuba deadpanned. One of these days, he would learn not to ask.