“Understand what, your amusement for having an assortment of killers on your trail?” He sighed, rolling his eyes and wondering if he would have preferred for his thief to mix up an excuse, instead of giving him half baked answers as always. Kaito sure enjoyed being a mystery, and Saguru was an idiot for finding it to be one of his attractive points.
Or well, usually it was attractive. Now, given the context, he just found it worrying, even if he’d had an inkling all along.
“Let me guess, I’ve to figure it out for myself like a good little detective?”
“I’d rather you not figure it out for yourself,” he said, completely honestly and, in his opinion, completely reasonably. “Or at all, for that matter. No offense, Sagu, but you’re not cut out for this.”
Truth be told, neither was Kaito. Neither was anybody for that matter, but once you go black (organization), you never go back…or something like that. “You don’t need to get in over your head.”