All those adjectives fit his mother well, though he personally thought that the flamboyant part was debatable. Beautiful? Maybe? It had been enough to make his dad fall in love with her at first sight.
(Yeah, alright. So maybe his mom was hotter than the average middle aged lady.)
(Geez, his old man was still such a player.)
"It's totally fine," he said even as Suzuki sidled up to them. And oh, it annoyed him, alright, though as if he would show it easily. Just what did she have against him, anyway? It wasn't like it was his fault that he looked like a certain asshole detective, it was his parent's fault if anything. He'd done nothing to perpetuate the belief that he was Kudo Shinichi. In fact, out of the never ending goodness of his heart, he'd dispelled it.
The things he could have done. He almost regrets missing that chance now but no way would he have been able to keep the act up.
Bristling slightly but not quite letting it show on his face when Ran was nearly dragged out of the room by the enthusiastic teenager, he stuck his tongue out at them before lazily vaulting Ran's desk and ambling over.
"Didn't your mother teach you manners?" Kaito drawled. "Thought you'd know to treat your elders better."
Not that it mattered that they were the same age, it was obvious that he was the more mature manners wise. Suzuki had nothing on him. Though... His eyes trail to the blue hem of the skit and his fingers quite literally itch.
This was totally justified payback.
And he's dancing out of reach, snickering.
"White with green stripes, Su-zu-ki~? How mature~"