Thank you, thank you. Bows to the calss , you're welcome for the view. He's still standing out of her reach, hopping around. if she reached for him, he was ready to bolt. Not that he had to worry, it seems, as the heiress turned to her best friend with a huff instead. It almost seems odd because he's so used to being chased back home; with a death bringing mop, for that matter.
And oh, he knows they're expensive, he's seen his fair share of underwear in his 17 year old teenage life. More than "fair" , actually. Underwear was just... nice, okay? He just really liked how they fit...
He's totally not forcing down a blush, don't mind him.
He has a quip on his tongue 'It's called having manners, Su-zu-ki~ Which you don't seem to have?' but Ran tosses a question at him and he opts to answer that instead--
"I doubt it, Mouri." He said, switching to her surname in an playful tone. "How do you know they wouldn't appreciate the view either?"
Yeah, he totally subscribed to the "all men are perverts" belief-- outwardly, anyway. He knew about Makoto; dear lord. He knew how lethal Ran-san could be; he didn't want to think about him.
And no, he doesn't hear any of the whispers, he's just a bit too far away, though he does creep closer curiously when the teasing hushes to whispers, to Ran's other side, just a bit out of reach of Suzuki's wrath.
"Awww, Ran-san, do you really think of me that way?"
He says, having caught Suzuki's last remark.
"Am I really that charming that I can actually be considered competition to your beloved Shinichi-kun~?"
He's led them downstairs, and they're at the lockers-- lets change shoes.