(( We can just call them tea parties instead if it makes him feel better. <3))
"Smashing idea! I rather like it. I wonder if my pity tea party accountant will agree…"
(( We can just call them tea parties instead if it makes him feel better. <3))
"Smashing idea! I rather like it. I wonder if my pity tea party accountant will agree…"
“Ah, thank you for the invitation, but I’m not entirely certain where I’ll be next week yet… my mum’s still attempting to convince me to come home for the holidays and I’m a bit concerned that she may attempt to kidnap me at this rate… Perhaps I could take a raincheck?"
“Then maybe you can come after the holidays. Or you can always tell your mother that you fell in love with a cute girl in Japan. I’m sure your mom will understand. She would think that it’s not proper for a gentleman to leave a lady waiting. I will think of something. You will love my mother’s curry.”
“Pardon me, Yamashita-chan, but I’m not in the habit of lying to my mum…” That wasn’t exactly true, but it was in this case. “I’m certain that your mother’s cooking is wonderful, have no doubts about that, but if I am able to go home for the holidays, I rather think that I ought to… it’s been far too long since I’ve been home without some sort of disaster to attend to…”
well that escalated quickly
#wow we just killed our muses again #sips tea just another sunday w/e
We really need to stop doing that.
“yes it is most definitely true now give me two drafts of this ‘budget’ immediately I don’t trust you to reevaluate on your own I am officially your pity accountant from now on.
I expect those documents stat pretty boy.”
"It may take some time to recalculate all of the figures, but I’ll get two proposals to you as soon as is possible. Do they need to be notarized? And for tat matter, do you need an annual budget, or one broken down to a one month timeline? Perhaps an annual plan would be best, with details for one month’s anticipatory calendar of pity parties built in, with associated costs and numbers… hmm…”
“Emi-kun’s mun just told me that I throw myself too many pity parties… Is that true? I wonder… Perhaps I should reevaluate my pity party budget and cut back. I’d hate to be fiscally irresponsible about that sort of thing… even if I can afford it, it’s impractical."
.:|| ↑→↓ No. ↓←↑ ||:.
.:|| ↑→↓ No no no no no. ↓←↑ ||:.
He wouldn’t do that. He’s brilliant, he’s reasonable.
He’s emotional. He cares about you.
It wasn’t true.It couldn’t be— god dammit no he would have said something, he would have confronted her! He would have asked her what she was thinking, pleaded, reasoned, and scolded. He wouldn’t do this- he knew better than to run in head first at danger…Except he didn’t, did he?
He was a knight. She, the princess.
She had been something like that in his eyes, hadn’t she? Delicate, laughing, blushing, sheepish Emi. Who wrote and baked and danced on occasion, and did her very best to live a happy dual life even if it meant she could be hurt, even if it meant she was in danger. She didn’t let anyone help because she couldn’t have them getting hurt in her place. This- this could not happen. It was everything she fought so hard to avoid. It was all of her late nights and forged doctor’s notes and bandages and first aid training. It was trusting Akira to get into the heads of anyone who was close and steer them away from their inklings.
.:|| ↑→↓ NO! ↓←↑ ||:.
There was no way. She would not lose him.
She’d sooner die herself.
What can you do when it’s already too late…?
“Lies, lies, and more lies. You may think I’m naive, but I didn’t get as famous and prolific as I am without some degree of intelligence or, at the very least, pattern recognition.”
“Ah, thank you for the invitation, but I’m not entirely certain where I’ll be next week yet… my mum’s still attempting to convince me to come home for the holidays and I’m a bit concerned that she may attempt to kidnap me at this rate… Perhaps I could take a raincheck?"
“…I’ve long since acknowledged that Kudou-san was a far better detective and more fit for the title. He has taken my place in every regard. But thank you for the rather unpleasant reminder.”
“You, milady, are not to be trusted. At all.”