thief-ofheart:

Uh- Well, he was at home, but even then he and his brothers got in shit if they walked around in their underwear so admittedly, it’s a little weird. He’ll ignore it though, people are different after all.

“S-sorry…?” that was such a weird reaction, he’s going to stand there, fingers pressed together and giving Kaito a shy look. “Criminals?” he glanced around, looking mildly confused

“I don’t see any criminals” nope in fact, as far as he’s aware he’s living in a house with some of the prettiest people he’s ever met, fuck. 

“Not that I… Got to choose.” He gives Kaito a blank look, although it only stays long enough for him to get the ‘I’m stating the obvious’ message before giving a small smile “I’m Hashimoto Akio, I figured I should come say hi to everyone in the house and you’re the last one so…”

He’s still standing there, poking his fingers together.

“…. Is it normal for people to walk around in their underwear?” okay, he had to ask.

“……right.” New to this island, didn’t know the people, of course. Well, he’d learn soon eno- wait what did he just say.

“Akio?” Well that couldn’t have come out any more incredulous, but he backtracked smoothly, grinning. “You’ve got the same name as one of my friends! Well, you know what they say, save the best for last and all that. It’s nice to meetcha, kiddo.”

He reached over to ruffle mini-Akio’s hair (really, how did that happen, he wasn’t going to even question it at this point), and laughed. “Depends. In this house? I do it all the time. A few houses over, though…” he shuddered at the idea of anybody else walking around in their skivvies.

It was not a pleasant thought.

“So to answer your question, keep it in the villa, kiddo.” He smirked again, leaning on the door frame before deciding that, yes, it was probably a good idea to put a shirt and pants on. “The name’s Kuroba Kaito.” He waved behind his back, motioning for Akio to have a seat anywhere in the room. “Best magician on this daaaaaaang island,” nice save, Kaito, “and one of the resident thieves.” All this was said carelessly as he threw on an old Two-Mix shirt and a pair of jeans. “How about you?”