“Pft–” There was that look again. Saguru chuckled into his hand and looked away, figuring he was probably going to full out laugh if Kaito continued to give him that expression and valiantly defend his evilness.
“Right, right. As if you don’t take pride in your reputation as a good thief, Kaito. I highly doubt your morals are that askew. You practically invented the term ‘good thief’, now that I think about it.” Then there was the bed comment, and the detective rose a brow in disbelief. “You can barely budge me when I sleep and you know it.”
Did this man boy not realize he was laughing at the greatest criminal mastermind in the entirety of Japan, if not the world-?
Okay, who was he kidding, he probably didn’t have an evil bone in his body. But he did have a stubborn bone, and he was going to exercise it well.
“Good and evil can live in harmony….or something. Yin and yang, and all that. Unlike some people, who are basically walking rulebooks, I’ve been known to break and bend a few. That makes me evil…..to some extent.”
And don’t remind him. “It’s like sleeping next to a fairly attractive, yet fairly annoying, log.”
