Ken had a hat in this. He wasn't sure what kind it was. It wasn't a cap, he was pretty sure of that, and it wasn't a top hat or anything a woman would wear, and with that one reached the absolute limit of Ken Hidaka's understanding of the Wild World of Hats.

Maybe it was a stupid hat like Youji'd had. That was a possibility.

Ken was also in monochrome. His skin tone didn't look so great in monochrome. He looked like... well, okay, so he looked Japanese but in this setting he thought maybe he should pretend to be Italian. It was just more appropriate, somehow. On the other hand he wasn't very good at accents and chances were Youji would think he was trying to be Greek. Or Russian. Or, well, pretty much anything that wasn't Italy. So that was out, too.

He stepped into the office and looked around himself curiously, taking the hat off because he'd seen enough movies to know guys with hats were supposed to do that. And he blinked.

Filing cabinet, desk, chair, Youji. Girl.

If this were real he would probably have blushed, stammered half an apology and run out the door, but something about the grayscale and the silly clothing and... and everything made this impossible to take quite seriously. Instead he stood his ground, spinning the stupid hat on one finger - he was too young for it, really, or for any of his clothes - and staring at it contemplatively until it came to a stop.

"So, who am I then?" he asked. "Your client or a cop or what?"