“Friendship, loyalty, and… … … … satire?"
"Is this any way you treat your waifu~?"
Monthly Archives: July 2013
Walk-in.. closet? I kinda want to raid through it now asdfjhgqwer. Also, wow. It’s like you live in a different century from the rest of us o_o Or well, I don’t know, just odd to find someone who would dress like you these days.
“…Maybe there is something wrong with me. Hm. Ah, if you’d… like a tour of my closet I suppose that could be arranged. There are a lot of suits and collared, button-up shirts… Very nice trousers, all pressed… An assortment of belts, shoes, and a collection of ties. I love ties. I never quite feel comfortable without one. Vests. Jackets. Coats… Oh, and some… t-shirts from concerts. I never wear them, but they’re quite nice to look at."
(IGNORING THE TAGS ADSFGQWER) I’d get it if you need to wear those when you’re working, though I doubt anybody would want to be wearing formal outfits 24/7.
“Sometimes I don’t wear a tie, but that’s when I don’t need to be anywhere. It’s… like my suit of armor, you could say. I have quite the walk-in closet.”
Well, not /old/ per say, you just look old/er/ than your actual age. I thought you were in your twenties. Or it could be the way you dress, who knows.
“I am rather mature for my age… and these suits, well, certainly make me look less teeanger and more young professional, right?”
re: flowers
“Wondering where your flower arrangement is?”
“Well I;d at least thought I’d be of note somehow… since… I know you all and your secrets and have been keeping them quite nicely…”
You really do look older than you really are o_o
“I look… old?”
re: flowers
Hate Date in Osaka
“Considering Kudo lived in Hawaii for a while, it’s surprising to me, too. I’ve never been outside of Japan.” He picked up his chopsticks again to eat. It seemed as if Hakuba was indeed more comfortable speaking English. He supposed he could indulge him. It was good practice, too. Not having anyone to talk to would make his skills rusty. And hearing that Hakuba didn’t think him stupid mollified him. Good. He think he might have hated the Brit then, and that wouldn’t have been a good thing, not at all.
“Anyway, what I meant, since I’m not sure you really understood, is that you should stop focusing on what other people want, and do what you want.” He jabbed his chopsticks in Hakuba’s direction. “Look at yourself. You already look happier by speaking the truth, even if that did involve snapping at me.“
Hakuba raised a brow at the chopsticks in his directions, but managed to smirk in response instead of getting annoyed. "I guess it was… nice to be able to speak my mind for once,” he admitted, glancing down at his own food. He picked up the chopsticks again. “I’m sorry for snapping, but that was really quite rude of you. Shocking, really. I understand what you mean about focusing on your own wants, but I’ve never been able to live that way, do that sort of thing.”
He tried the food, starting with a piece of tentacle, and shook his head while he chewed. “This is good.” The foreign detective looked back at Heiji, tilting his head. “Very good, in fact. But that way of living… I’ve got my father’s reputation to think about. I can’t just go around yelling at people for the way they want to treat me just because I’m different. It’d reflect poorly on him and I won’t have that. I just won’t."
He decided not to comment further on Kudou-senpai’s English. Most of the Japanese people that he associated with could technically speak English, but only in the way that cats could type on keyboards.
Hate Date in Osaka
“Ya didn’t hear a word I said, didja?” Heiji muttered, switching back to Japanese momentarily.
“Yes, Hakuba, this is my normal speaking voice.” Back to English, even though the Brit seemed slightly distracted at the moment. “Does it surprise you that much that I can speak your language? And that I insist on…what? Speaking my dialect while in Japan?“ He growled, mostly to himself, and set his chopsticks down. “Did you hear me at all? Or did all that just blow over your head? Are you surprised that I’m not as stupid as you think I am?” He was starting to get irritated again.
The irritation was noted. Hakuba frowned, brows knitting in concern and confusion. “No, I listened. Something about you doing your best? Not caring about what anyone else thinks? I don’t know. It was very much you, but, regardless…” In English, the half-brit sounded far more comfortable, natural, and confident. Not that his Japanese was bad, but there was no substitute for his native tongue.
“Hattori-san, I never thought you were stupid. Not even once. I just never knew that you had… such mastery over the English language. I’m genuinely impressed. I don’t even think Kudou-san has quite the grasp that you do, from what I have seen in interviews and reports…"
Then he laughed. "God, I just had no idea.”