The thief cupped Hakuba’s chin to turn his face towards him, tracing a gloved hand around the detective’s ear, expression serious. He didn’t want the other to run off yet again. He moved it down to the biceps and grasped gently before sighing, face softening as he slid up to a shoulder, other hand moving to a wrist. A pause, then the one on the wrist moves to a knee. The other lifts up to slide fingers through his hair before coming down to lightly fall down the other’s cheek before removing it.

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Hakuba sucked in a breath as his chin was cupped and his ears traced, sending shivers down his spine. He stiffened as his biceps were grasped, and held it as his shoulder and wrists were to follow. Hakuba makes a soft sound as a hand slides into his hair, before resting on his cheeks, and then finally the other pulled away.

“Why… why do you insist on touching me, and… and kissing me so freely!” Though Hakuba knew, he had felt it in the touches, the things that were not said.

“Weather I hate you or not has nothing to do with this.” Hakuba turns away from the other. “You will stop touching and kissing me so freely.” and he starts to walk away.

“…So you’re just going to run again?”

“…Well, before you go, know that it has everything to do with it. If I feel that I have a chance, I’m not going to stop trying, tantei. …And I’ve had quite a bit of practice at chasing after things that may be impossible to get, so long as I have that small chance I might succeed…”