Whether it’s true or not, the magician just raises an eyebrow and doesn’t even make a move to check.
Hakuba realized, a little too late, that his jab, which had been meant to jar the teen into talking, had had the opposite effect. He sighed and rubbed at his forehead, inwardly scolding himself. He knew not doing magic tricks in school had got him down and he had been trying to cheer him up. He’d become attached to Kuroba, not that he’d let that interfere with his job.
But while they were at school, he was of the clock.
Hakuba pulled his Horse origami horse back towards him and took another piece of paper, tearing it down the middle, and then wrapping it around the other side until it formed a sort of pole. He then folded the other piece in until the flag – made with white paper – was formed. He then pressed it against the horse and lowered himself, pushing it forward towards him and using his finger to wave it.
The magician peeked over his arm at the sound of tearing paper, watching as the other made his white flag. He couldn’t help but give a small smile when the detective waved it, eyes softening at the display.
After a few seconds, Kaito reached his arm out to cup his hand over the desk again, like he had with the dove. Only, this time when he pulled it away, there was a rose instead of another bird. He slowly returned the arm to where it had been and placed his head back down, mumbling something into his sleeve.
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