5: My muse is now over sensitive and will take anything and everything the wrong way. They will be a bumbling mess of emotions and misunderstandings…
M!As don’t work if it’s already canon!
Monthly Archives: July 2013
Gosho’s Boys let’s dance ~~
(Source: http://yaleiarthurconandoyle.tumblr.com/)
More notes to self (ooc)
((‘Novelization’ of Koushien case from Hakuba’s perspective? That would be quite long. Probably fun. Hm.))
Your character walks into a room to find a stranger with a gun to my character’s head
What does your character do?
Note to self- (ooc)
((Must make powerpoint illustrating evidence to prove that Hakuba is not actually an arrogant asshat. Focus on pretty screencaps (particularly those honey eyes)))
((Also, make graphic illustrating fact that Suoh Tamaki + Oototi Kyoya = Hakuba Saguru.))
ur super cute wowwie how do you be so cute
“It’s really quite simple, my darling… I was just born this way.”
Reblog if it’s okay to anonymously flirt with you right, friggin, now.
Amaterasu took the cracker in her mouth and ate it, tail still wagging. He was nice, no doubt about it. Sometimes those who carried divine objects weren’t always the most savory and this world was no exception.
She didn’t try grabbing any more crackers, instead looking around. This was a good vantage point, now that she thought about it.
It was, indeed. Once the cracker was eaten, Hakuba turned back to his briefcase and pulled out a large file folder of documents. He settled back on the rock, peripheral focus on the wolf, and got himself situated.
“Nice afternoon, isn’t it?” he asked of the wolf. “I wonder when the rains will start to come again. It rains most days in London, at least a little bit."
The detective took a cracker for himself, holding it in his teeth as he set another out on the very edge of the rock for her.
~*~ Hakuba Mind Theater ~*~ Episode 1
Hate Date in Osaka
“Oi, oi, I didn’t mean it like that. S’just that yer usually insultin’ me. S’weird ta hear ya offer ta pay fer lunch.” Oh, but it seemed that pompous attitude had returned, if only slightly. It probably said something about him that he preferred that high-and-mighty attitude to what looked to be a forced display of polite conventions.
“Ya won’t be able ta find it without a guide, yanno. An’ I’m sure it’s closer than whatever cafe ya wanted ta eat at.” He stuck his hands in his pockets and turned away a bit, attempting to look disinterested. “Buuuut if ya really wanna miss out on some’a th’ best food Osaka has t’ offer…"
Hakuba stopped mid-step, considering. With his back to Heiji, he allowed himself to scowl at the ground til the count of five before he relaxed his rigid posture and put on that neutral facade he usually wore.
Heiji had sort of apologized. At least almost. And he was right about the foreign detective being lost. Reluctantly, he turned to face Heiji, unable to hide the dry expression that came unbidden in response to the crooning Osakan trying to tempt him.
He let out a measured sigh. Then shrugged as if everything had just been in good humor. “Well, I can’t very well turn down something like that. I would hate to miss out on how great Osaka is or whatever. And if it’s weird, you’re welcome to pay for your own. Whichever suits your fancy, Hattori-san. I wouldn’t want to offend or impose.”
Inward huff.