Hattori had been laying in bed, staring at his new tattoo. It wasn’t a horrible tattoo, in fact he kind of liked it. Maybe after this love week thing was said and done, he’d get a tattoo himself. Still, the though of Hakuba chasing him, brought a sort of smug grin to his face. The great prideful Hakuba, who considered him a brute and savage, was going to be chasing him.
He wondered what Hakuba was going to do, what would be his first move?
Just as he thought that, his cellphone buzzed, signaling a text. He flipped his phone open and, there it was; Hakuba. His fingers hesitated over the open button before finally clicking it. He read the message and was pleasantly surprised by what it said.
Dinner, with Hakuba? Hmm, the thought didn’t displease him, in fact, he kind of liked the idea. He looked over at his closet, or well, Kudo’s closet, and he knew he had a suit in there somewhere…
[text] Sure, why not. I’m in Beika, so wha’ ever is fine.
Hattori sent the message and then closed his phone.
This was definitely going to be interesting.
Damn. A response. And he was fine with it. Of course he would be fine with it. Dammit! Hattori was likely preparing comebacks and insults to trip him up at this very moment. Why was he even bothering? This was going to be a disaster no matter what he did.
[text] Perfect. Is ramen in Shibuya acceptable?