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After lingering impatiently on the corner for a few seconds, Sherlock was relieved when the young man finally seemed capable of moving once more. As brief as the time he had been waiting had been, it was time wasted that the suspect was using to get further away from him. There was absolutely no way he was going to elude capture by Sherlock himself but the notion of him roaming free irked Sherlock immensely, especially when he was currently idle. “Good, now we have got that sorted and all the trivial formalities out the way we can leave. Time is something that I have but I would rather not squander when I could be bringing that man to justice, be it by violent means or not.”

Slowing up his pace a tiny bit to allow Hakuba to catch up, Sherlock moved his attention to his recent companion. “What makes you be such an attentive member of the public? As suspicious as the men I am after look, I doubt any normal person would take more than a few seconds notice of them, much less note down their distinct facial tattoo, the time they appeared and the direction in which they went.”

There was a momentary wince to the polite smile that Hakuba wore as he assured himself as had been expected: no, the great Sherlock Holmes had not heard of him, ‘celebrity’ detective or otherwise. But that fact also came as sort of a boon: If he weren’t familiar with him, then he likely wasn’t aware that he’d worn one of those deerstalker caps for the papers and magazine articles, imitating Mr. Holmes himself. Such was his relief! Instead, he could focus on impressing the man through demonstration, leaving pre-biased reputation at the door.  

This seemed of particular importance now more than ever, as his idol was a tad more… harsh than he’d originally expected. 

“Understood; my apologies. To answer your questions, I’m a detective likewise, though an amateur yet,” Hakuba explained as they walked. He kept pace, extinguishing the cigarette at the zebra crossing between them and the building they were to enter for the security footage, grinding it against brick before disposing of it in the bin. “And there’s a man that I’m looking for with a similar mark. He’s not likely to be through this area today, if the pattern I’ve notated is correct, but it was as good a spot as any for a smoke.”

It was with conscious effort that he tried to keep his responses as quick and efficient as his step, not wanting to delay Mr. Holmes any further. The last thing he wanted to do was to be a burden. Especially when there was so much he could learn.

Jealousy: My character gets jealous over yours.

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“Aha… curious… very curious indeed. I wonder what’s prompted him to write to me. No doubt Himura-kun had something to do with it, don’t you think?”  

Hakuba turned to the hawk perched nearby, who only glanced at him wearily before tucking her head back under her wing. Her master did this sort of thing to her often; talking as if she cared about what he was rambling on about. But at least he had the sense to never expect any sort of response from her. 

“Well… I suppose it would only be polite to reply. It would be rather interesting to meet Tintin, after everything I’ve heard about him. And adventure… why, that’s so charming! Do you suppose he really intends to pull me along for some sort of story of his, or is this more a catch phrase that he employs at the end of every letter without thought? I wonder…. I do wonder, indeed. Yes, I should write to him right away. Watson, my pen, if you please…” He paused. “I’m only joking, my love, of course. Please, continue resting; I’ll take care of everything.”

aboyreporter:

Dear Tintin,

I went out on my first date with Hakuba.

This was the only part of the letter that stood out to him. Even if there was more before that, and many other paragraphs that went on for several pages, it was that mere comment that had him floored. Eyes fixed to the paper as if he was trying to light it with his mind, the boy tossed the creased papers to his desk before rising with a frustrated sigh.

Hands on his hips, he stroked at his chin and looked around the empty office where he stood. A soft breeze blowing into the apartment window from behind him, he took a glance down to his dog before shaking his head. 

“Him, but why him? Hakuba of all people?" The bitterness in his tone was quite obvious, even if he tried to maintain composure. Snowy, from where he lay in his bed perked up and arched an ear at his master’s sudden mood change. Always quite obvious when he came to pacing around his desk in what little room there was.

"Surely she would have told me if they were— dating— wouldn’t she? Or maybe it’s an attempt at making me.. jealous?" 

Was that what he was.. jealous? Of a man he had never even met? How ridiculous! He shook his head angrily and sat on the front of his wooden desk, swinging his leg back and forth like an irritated pendulum. The soft sound of the heel of his shoe tapping against the the base of  it was all that could be heard. 

"Or— maybe Hakuba knew this all along. After all, I’m no great mystery to him thanks to Emi.. maybe it’s a way to let me know to appreciate others— and not underestimate a man I’ve yet to meet!" Ending his exclamation mark of a sentence with a finger in the air, it quickly deflated just as he did. “But that’s just silly, to think that someone like him would be challenging me to something— well, someone that doesn’t even belong to me!” 

Maybe he was just over thinking things as usual. Besides, who was he to judge the choices they made, and if they were happy then why would he bother to step in on anything? A sigh fell from his lips at the thought. Rising up, he made his way back around the desk and took a glance to the handwritten letter staring back at him. 

He rubbed his eyes then, leaning forward, both hands on the table as he thought it over. Never was he the jealous type, no, not at all. But when it came to others interfering with his friends, or rather, taking his place with charming words and flowers and chocolate. Well, he couldn’t help but feel a little bit..

Bitter, or.. Jealous, for a better word.

You win this time Hakuba, but there was one thing he had yet to receive that Tintin himself had. A certain bright pair of panties, new, still yet to be worn, but tucked away as a gift from a certain special someone he couldn’t seem to get off his mind. The thought made him chuckle and sink back into his chair with a laugh. Then,collecting up paper, he slipped it into the typewriter and began his letter.

Dear Hakuba,

 ———— I would like to arrange a time for us to meet. We have a lot of catching up to do for two who’ve yet to even know each other face to face. Are you up for a little adventure?

                                                 Sincerely, 

                                                                        Tintin

Dear Tintin,

I was most delighted to receive your letter, and am very interested to meet, indeed. I’ll be in London on business in the relatively near future, though my occupation enables me to travel quite frequently. Thus, if you have a location and time in mind, please advise and I will do my best to be there accordingly. 

Finally, to address your question – yes, of course! I’ve never been one to turn down a bit of adventure, and I’m quite curious as to what you might mean by the query. 

Again, thank you for your letter. I look forward to your quick response.

Respectfully,

S. J. Hakuba

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There… that ought to take care of that, Watson. Would you mind flying it to him~? Oh, you’d rather not? I suppose that’s all well and fine, then, too. I’ll just drop it in the post tomorrow morning.”

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“…There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Hakuba-san. I’ve never exactly been alright. I’m just very good at hiding and ignoring it. There’s no point in dwelling on the unhappy moments, is there? And yet… it’s all I ever think about.”

"Ah…”  Hakuba tilted his head, regarding her with concern as he prepared the aforementioned drinks. Large spheres of ice, a double shot of scotch in each. “I must confess that I understand that all too well. ’Keep Calm, Carry On’ they say, pushing away the nightmares to get through another day but… those moments seem to have a way of lingering all too frequently." 

He offered one of the glasses to her, and took a seat on the nearby armchair. "Unless we manage to sort through it, they’ll continue to cling.”

Moan~

notallcatsaregood:

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Three: Your muse owns mine for two days

“…Huh. Well. This ought to be interesting.” Smirk stretching across his lips, Sylwen tilted his head and winked, playfully holding up both of his hands. “You aren’t going to try turning me in to the police, are you? That would be such a waste of an opportunity, when there are such more interesting things we could do. I’m just saying~”

Well, that was no fun.

Just barely managing to hold back a disappointed pout at the lack of reaction from the blonde, he hummed lightly under his breath and smoothly settled into the other chair. He leaned back and pulled his legs up, curling them beneath himself to get more comfortable.

“Oh, detective,” the thief purred, chin resting in the palm of his hand as he eyed Hakuba with a sly, teasing grin. “I’m afraid that I don’t think you quite have what it takes to own a cat, much less one such as myself. We’re independent and…rather picky creatures, for a lack of a better word.”

"I wonder, chat noir,” Hakuba began again, unable to resist a somewhat dry expression at the significance of that name. “…if you’re at all familiar with police procedurals, or if you’ve been through profiling so many times that you’re simply too bored to pay attention. How am I to understand you if you’re not willing to give me information?" 

He sighed. "Or, let me guess; you’d rather teach me about yourself in different ways? Need I remind you that I own you at present…”

detectivephiliac:

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“Ah, Hakuba-san! Searching for a gift for you proved to be surprisingly difficult, since I wasn’t sure what you would have already and it’s also really hard to shop for someone who is rich and not a complete asshole. And so, I bestow upon you the secrets of my tragic past.”

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"Just kidding. Merry Christmas.”

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“You can’t see it, but there are complete outfits here. All yours.”

“These are wonderful, Kirigiri-san… thank you so much. I’m afraid that all I have to offer in return is this…”

“I’m not certain how you feel about time pieces, but I thought you might like this particular style. It reminded me of you, anyway. As for the secrets of your tragic past, well… I suppose I’ll have to work on that, won’t I?” He smiled, brows knit in concern, and leaned over to give a kiss on the cheek.  "Happy Christmas, Kirigiri-san.“

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