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Oh no… the twisty jumping thing is finally a gifset on my dash. Oh no oh no oh no Ahh… can’t… stop… staring… hnngngjkroeldswkjew Kaitou-san….! I’m certain there are regulations against being so god damned sexy! Arhghgjikfrnmk
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Trolled by 3 Kaitous and a Hattori all in one day?
are you guys trying to kill the detective? sheesh
at least he has a bunch of roses and a bunny plush to calm him down <3
Hakuba would hear a soft scratching on the door. If he were to open the door, he would find a rather odd, white haired individual who was sitting not unlike a dog would. In his mouth, he would be holding a a stuffed rabbit, rather loved, somewhat tattered not unlike a child’s cherished play thing. He would set it down on the step, nudging it toward Hakuba with a push before bolting off, on all fours. Perhaps, since he had no children of his own, the ‘dog’ was giving him one of his.
“Ah… hello- oh, all right then…” Hakuba blinked and stared at the gift given by the very strange – yet somehow familiar? – man, bending down to pick it up. Lifting it up to inspect, the detective couldn’t resist a soft sort of smile as he pondered the meaning of it. He didn’t understand why the man had brought it to him, or why he’d carried it in his mouth (somewhat unsanitary, that), but the intent appeared of the most amiable nature, and harmless, as far as he could tell.
With a sort of soft, fond smile, he glanced back out the door and to the dark, and offered a quiet thank you before taking the rabbit inside.
A chuckle escaped through the boy’s mouth as he put crossed his hands behind his neck while lightly shaking his head, saying, “Hehh… yeah! It’s nice to see you to— Ah, that’s right. What about you, Hakuba-san? What are you doing here? Did something happen?”
“Nothing too much,” Hakuba said, crouching down to check one of his shoelaces. It was perfectly tied already, but getting down on Conan’s level made things easier. He untied the shoe, then began to retie it. “I’ve got a case to discuss with Mouri-san; something that the boys at the office wanted to know about. Is he in?”
“Relax, Hakuba.” Okay, swaying was bad. Maybe it could be salvaged, though. Didn’t Hakuba have experience with Kaitous claiming this in jest? (If one of them did end up pregnant somehow, there would be the problem of crying wolf to attend to. Of course, that depended a lot on the ‘if’ part of it.)
“I’m fine. Take the day as it comes and all that, you know. No point in panicking over even big events. Sure, concern is fine, but not panic.”
“I’m… I’m concerned, yes. Yes, I’m concerned. But if you’re fine, that’s good. Are you… are you upset? Are you worried? Are you happy? What can I do? How can I help? Are you.. Are you feeling all right? Do you need to sit down? Can I get you anything?!"
And so began the recitation of said several hundred questions.
Stops playing with his ball, picks it up from the ground and turns to greet the taller teen with a friendly smile. “Ah, Hakuba-san!”
Hakuba returned the smile with a wide grin of his own, then a laugh, pleased with such a pleasant welcome. “Edogawa-kun! How pleasant to see you today. What are you up to, hm? Not causing too much trouble, I hope?"