The notebook tumbled from Hakuba’s fumbling hands and fell to the floor as his expression turned to something horrified.

“Good God. No. Oh god, no that- no I ju- I no… No no no no.” The foreign detective shook his head, grimacing. He’d only been /that/ drunk once (or twice) before, and that had not ended well. “Ah, no… I mean… god, not again… R-really? With… with /Hattori/?! Ah… no… this isn’t what I’d imagined at /all/, oh god no.”