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Hakuba wants to answer some questions about being a dragon (though, really, he’s still very new to this so I’m not sure what he can say???) – so please feel free to send some in if you’re curious about anything!
…mostly he’s been sleeping on those books and that’s about it.
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The match had come and gone as agreed, and Heiji had lost. Abysmally. Well, he figured he would, anyway. He wasn’t that great at the game, and Hakuba was obviously pro at it. A shake of the hand as the Osakan gracefully admitted his defeat, and a promise for another match, this time in a game he was more familiar with.
Heiji thoroughly trounced Hakuba at igo, even though he’d played a teaching game. A bit disappointed, he promised to teach the Brit more, so that he could be a proper challenging opponent.
It became a regular thing, their matches. Not just chess and go, but shogi, checkers, backgammon, Risk. They went through numerous board games, and even a few card games, trumping the other as they went and keeping the score wonderfully even between them.
When board games lost their favor, Hakuba suggested that they move to billiards. Each week when they met for game night (usually Thursdays), the foreign detective dragged Hattori to a different pool hall or bar to try their luck. Hakuba was, as with chess, thoroughly good at the game and at first had absolutely no trouble beating the Osakan. But Hattori, for all of his brash decisions and lack of control for physical strength, did seem to have a potential that Hakuba couldn’t quite place.
So, as they’d done for other activities, Hakuba taught him the ropes. How to hold the cue, what angles were most effective for more elaborate trajectories and thus interesting and creative wins, and of course, how to hit the damn ball without sending it flying off of the table and rolling underneath the pachinko machine.
This, unfortunately, required the two to get close at times. With a clear goal firmly in mind, Hakuba didn’t take the contact too personally. After all, if he wanted Hattori to feel how one was supposed to handle the cue, he would have to guide him. And guide him he did, hand on his, standing close behind him, pulling it back, adjusting the angle, and then the hit, arm gliding smoothly forward with just the right amount of strength to send the ball spinning just the way he wanted it to.
Hakuba wasn’t certain if Hattori would ever have quite the finesse that he’d hoped, but at least he was well on his way to becoming someone fun to play against After each practice session, he suggested returning to the cards for poker and black jack – complete with chips, cash, and betting dares. Given the setting, it seemed appropriate and, yet again, evenly matched between the pair of them.
well
there went another Kaito from the harem
a sad day for all of us
“What did I do wrong? What could I have done to make their experience here better? I was supposed to take care of the Kaitous… this is now two gone… I’m at a loss…”
it would help if your mun actually replied to posts more often oops sorry sob
EDIT: I HAD ANOTHER THREAD IN MY DRAFTS WITH THAT KAITOU
HAKUBA WAS ON HIS WAY TO SAVE HIS LIFE
OH NO
OH
NO
sob
I will reply to it anyway in their memory and… and… hope that they see it… oh nooo….
Kaitou don’t die I love you
Kaito manages to dodge the movement quickly. The detective falling down in front of him. “Better luck next time, tantei-san!” he laughs, bring out his hand glider. “If I remember the last time we had a small squabble… ” his lips show a huge smirk, “I escaped using your face.” he jumps out of the room, “Bye bye!” he says mockingly in English instead of Japanese.
It had seemed so close, but the thief disappeared as predicted, and detective met the hard concrete with an ‘oof.’
Hakuba pressed his palms against the concrete rooftop and pushed himself up- only for Kaitou to make his escape, scott-free. Defeated, the detective let out a frustrated huff and picked himself up, grimacing. The officers that gathered behind him didn’t comment on the scuffed clothing or the half-brit’s flustered face, but they knew what had happened.
“Dammit Kaitou-san!” Hakuba called after him, scanning the skyline for the glider. There was really no point of it then; Nakamori’s men would chase, yes, but they’d never catch him.
The teenage detective straightened out his suit jacket and sighed again, fishing with skinned palms for his silver pocket watch, making note of the time before turning and stalking toward the stairs, muttering to himself. “We’re going to need a different tactic… this is really getting us no where."
Mocking him in English. Bringing up having used his persona for his escape. Honestly, what was that thief’s intention? To frustrate him, no doubt. Hmf. Two could play at that game.
As Hakuba made his way down the stairs, he pulled out his cell phone and began to type out a few different text messages, careful to skirt past officers on his way down, scowl fixed on his face.
[text] Hey Kuroba-san. You’ll never guess what I just did.
[text] You’re right! I’ve captured Kaitou KID!
[text] Really it wasn’t even that hard in the end.
[text] Would you like to know how I did it?
[text] All that I had to do was find out /one/ crucial weakness and then exploit it. He was nearly putty in my hands.
[text] He’s being sent in for processing now at the station. I guess he wasn’t you after all! How do you feel being in the clear?
He then snapped his phone closed and slipped it back into his pocket, lips curving into an irritated sort of smirk. Hah. How would Kuroba react to that?
Ignoring what he’d said before his tongue touched the eclairs, Karin punched the air and cheered.
“Yes! I impressed the connoisseur! Victory tastes oh…so…sweet.”
Suddenly in an incredibly good mood, the baker hummed a little tune and stuck out a finger to sample some of the chocolate that’d been left on the plate. Mmmm, chocolate. Her favorite thing. Cake could disappear off the face of the planet entirely, as far as she cared. But chocolate wasn’t something she took lightly.
"I wish I had a camera. Your expression was even cuter than most peoples’, can you believe it? Wow, you’re precious.”
The detective blinked at the enthusiastic response and glanced over at her, mouth still full of eclair, filling near dripping from the rest of the pastry in his hand. A pink tint settled onto his cheeks and he tried to smile, brows furrowing first, then slanting up toward each other in sheepish despair.
Hakuba gave himself a moment to turn his head, chewing and swallowing the food before licking the chocolate off of his lips. He reached for a napkin, blush steadily deepening the longer he took to get any sort of response out.
“Ah,” he finally offered, laughing softly at himself. “I’m not usually referred to as ‘precious,’ Kanoya-san… but I’m very pleased that you are pleased. And this, as you might have guessed, is exactly what I was hoping for. Thank you."
He looked back to the eclair, considered a moment, then took a much smaller bite. As much as he didn’t want to be caught embarrassed and unable to converse, he really wanted to finish the perfectly wonderful baked good.
Oh.
Due to his pulling her in closer, she could certainly smell his good taste in cologne. The lady could even feel his good taste in clothes, or the textures thereof. With her face so close, unbeknownst to her, violet eyes couldn’t help but see his lips. Would he also taste-?
No. I will not. Who cares? I don’t. Right, on with this, this game. Games have winners and losers and I like winning.
Sure that her inner self was blushing from the proximity, she let her eyes trail slowly to his eyes from his lips, where she er, wanted them. Purposely delaying her answer to his inquiry, she reached up to hold his cheek lightly with her free hand.
Lovely smile in place, she replied, “I must be blessed to have such a gentlemanly escort tonight.. My, I would think you would know. I have danced with you, if yesterday’s memory is correct. Or was that not the sort of dancing you were referring to?”
“If that’s the case, I’m afraid I’ll have to retract my earlier comment on your being a gentleman.”
“Oh no; the kind on the polished floor is what I meant. Although it’s true that we danced last night, your specifications were never quantified… or, if they were, the list was never made available to me, and I must admit that I’m curious."
Hakuba tilted his head curiously, regarding the features of her face and, yes, that lovely smile. His warm smirk in return matched his eyes as he leaned closer to her, palm pressed gently, steadily, against the small of her back.
"Though, honestly, I wouldn’t be opposed to not being such a gentleman if you had genuine interest when the night was through…” As he spoke, he kept his eyes on hers, closing the distance between their faces, even among the crowd, voice dropping to a whisper. One little kiss wouldn’t hurt anything, would it? He moved to do just that; just a simple brush of his lips against hers, while continuing his dialogue – that is, if she didn’t prevent him from making his calculated move of seductive strategy.
“Assuming, of course. that you’re not arrested by then."
“All right, I’ve kept this in my inbox for… a month and a half, now, unsure of what to do with it. Hattori, you have no right to respond to memes with things as sweet as this. It’s… it’s…! Just don’t! Waking up next to me, honestly… I just… I’m so entirely done with you.”