15: Lip locking that’s all I have to say…
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Hate Date in Osaka
“A bit, yeah, made with noodles an’ any type’a seafood ya want.”
He snorted. “If yer talkin’ ‘bout that crap in Tokyo, don’ even bother. It jus’ doesn’t compare ta what we’ve got here. Osaka’s where okonomiyaki comes from, after all! An’ it’s not just good, it’s great. Best with octopus an’ bonito, too. And a’course ya gotta get th’ batter jus’ th’ right consistency…" He paused for a moment, blushing slightly in embarrassment. This was Hakuba he was talking to, not Kudo. And if the Brit made one crack about his ‘enthusiasm…’
“Sorry.”
Blink blink.
Hakuba watched Heiji, quiet and impassive, with only bewilderment as his expression. He’d known that he was excitable, but he couldn’t recall the other detective ever quite being so… so passionate about something. Safely passionate, that is.
“Ah… no, it’s fine.” The foreign detective forced a smile, brows knitting. “It seems as though I’ve found the expert for food in Osaka.” He tried to make his smile a little broader, to show that he was fine with the exuberant display, then added: "That’s a good thing.“
And then, "Ah, with… that… said, would you.. like to come with me? I’ll treat… since you know the way."
Upon ordering “the usual,” what is it that you receive?
“That depends entirely on the place. Scotch on the rocks at my favorite billiard hall… Tea at most of the cafes… With toast when… Are you asking so that you can poison my food, sir?”
When is the death of a human being justified?
“Justified: To demonstrate or prove to be just, right, or valid; To declare free of blame; absolve; and/or: To free (a human) of the guilt and penalty attached to grievous sin. I have nothing more to say."
Hate Date in Osaka
He sniggered. “Yeah, Osaka can be pretty confusin’ fer first-timers.“ He practically lit up when Hakuba asked him about food, though. “Oh, there’re some great places ‘round here! There’s this great okonomiyaki restaurant a li’l ways away. ‘Course, they don’t have coffee, but their toasted green tea’s pretty good.”
“I’ve, ah, been here before…” Hakuba said quietly to correct the error, but abandoned it in favor of the Osakan’s new enthusiasm. He blinked. Took a breath to steel himself, then nodded.
“Ah, green tea is just fine. More than adequate, actually. Okonomiyaki… is like a Japanese pancake, right? Seafood?” He looked skyward, thoughtfully. “I… think I’ve had that before. And it’s, ah, good stuff, huh?”
Hate Date in Osaka
Heiji stared at Hakuba’s befuddlement, not expecting that. He’d expected a condescending greeting, or just flat-out ignoring, but a polite request? Especially after their last run-in? It really threw him for a loop.
“Er, no. It’s in th’ complete opposite direction an’,” he called up a mental map of Osaka, which only took him a few seconds, “I think ya got off two stations too late. Ya’ll wanna take th’ subway back ta…" He continued on, giving Hakuba directions to the library with no animosity attached. Later, he’d probably look back on this meeting with even more confusion.
More frowning. Hakuba nodded as he listened to Heiji’s directions, taking mental notes of where he would need to go in order to get where he needed to be.
“Huh. I’m… really not sure how I got so turned around. Thank you, Hattori-san."
He looked toward the direction of where he should be headed, then rubbed the side of his face with a hand, tiredly.
"Ah, Hattori-san, if I could trouble you again… before I head out that way, could you point me in the direction of somewhere nearby to get some food? And coffee, perhaps. I’d meant to stop by a cafe on the way there, but still have a ways to go it seems."
The stream of questions pulled a quiet snort from Kaito’s lips and he stopped, glancing over his shoulder at Hakuba, before briefly directing his gaze to the muted TV. The rather terrible action movie he’d been watching before the detective came knocking was still showing, but, thankfully, it seemed to be nearing the end.
“Not really. Just the only thing on right now that caught my attention, I guess,” he shrugged.
And then a wide, sly grin stretched across his face as he turned to fully face Hakuba, hand stretched out in an expectant manner. “And I think I’ll take you up on that offer about your credit card now, if you don’t mind.“
Oho, the things he could do with that thing~
"What soda do you want? I’ve got tea in the kitchen, if that’s more your thing though.”
“Ha ha- you think I’m that naive? No. I’ll hold on to the card until you need it to pay for the pizza, and then you may borrow it for only as long as it takes to read the numbers over the phone or enter them in on your computer. And then you will hand it back to me. And while I do know that you have eidetic memory, I expect you to be respectful and not abuse it.”
Rant over, Hakuba considered for a moment, approaching the living room while scouting out a place to put his duffel down.
“Ah, do they have rootbeer? We don’t get that in England so much… I’ve always wanted to try it."
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fuzzykitty01: heronswing: Hey Crime fiction writers. Here’s an oft-cited reference chart to show you what different bullets look like going in and coming out. “I am a writer…” I whisper as I reblog this.
Leave “Let’s leave your fate to the numbers…” In my Inbox!
In which you send me in my inbox “Let’s leave your fate to the numbers…”, and I’ll go on a random number generator from numbers 1-20 and whatever number I land on is what’s going to happen to my muse! These will only last a day, so why not leave your fate to the numbers?
1: My muse is now married to yours, that or is under the assumption that the two of you are married.
2: Will gain an unnecessary obsession for your muse, whether it be humourous or taking the obsession to another level is up to you…
3: Gender swapped! Your character is now the opposite gender! To add to that they also believe that they’ve been that gender their whole life!
4: My Muse is now your personal maid/butler!!! Dress them up fancy and they’ll listen to any of your muse’s orders and they HAVE to obey.
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…
6: My muse now becomes a flirt, but not just any flirt; the cheesy kind. My muse will start flirting with just about anyone disregarding gender and the like with cheesy pick up lines.
7: My muse will eat a salad, that’s it… (Only one Fandom will get this joke…)
8: My muse will become the next Shakespeare! They will draw their voices out with the poet within them!
9: My muse goes blind! Their vision is gone and they can’t see anything!!!
10: My muse becomes a matchmaker, they will begin shipping people and doing whatever they can to get their OTP together. That and squeal with joy when they do get together (Just like everyone on Tumblr!)
11: My muse now has the urge to get yours in bed with him. They will do anything they can to get what they want with yours, and they want it badly! (Only one that is deniable due to age restrictions as well as Mun being uncomfortable doing it and please don’t go as far as doing rape stuff unless you have the Mun’s consent, keep this fun and legal!)
12: My muse becomes a Neko, they will grow ears and a tail and completely disregard their human nature to become a true Neko.
13: Suddenly my Muse is experiencing a horrid disease that’s slowly killing them on the inside! The pain is ripping them a part piece by piece!!! There is but only one cure for this and it’s for my muse to make lip with yours! Your muse is the only antidote!
14: Well now my Muse has shrunk down back to the size of a five year old and has the mindset of one as well…
15: Lip locking that’s all I have to say…
16: My Muse becomes a super Tsundere!!! N-N-Not like I wanted them to be one anyway… Idiot…
17: My Muse now has the personality of a clown, they will try and get everyone to laugh and bring a smile to people’s faces! Using comedy of course~!
18: My muse will now become a psychopathic killer that is on the hint for blood! But not just anyone’s blood… Your muses blood… They won’t be satisfied until your muse takes their last breathe and will destroy anyone that gets in their way
19: Your muse becomes a scaredy cat, anything including even the smallest twitch frightens them. It’s like the world is a horror movie to them and they’re the main characters
20: You’ve been spared a lucky glance, nothing seems to happen to my muse… They are in the clear!!!