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Monthly Archives: January 2014
The low rumble of a car drawing closer made Sylwen stiffen, just slightly, blue eyes flickering in the direction of the sound. Fingers began to slip down towards the whip attached to his belt, because even if his head would’ve been missing, he wouldn’t have gone down without a fight and he had no intention of doing so now either and—
—and then his mind finally registered that familiar voice.
Realization, relief, exhaustion and part amusement flooded through him and he let out a quiet breath as he allowed his hand to drop from the handle of the whip and down onto the ground, head slowly, carefully, tipping backwards to rest against the wall. Lips once more quirked into a tired grin and, in response to the detective, he simply meowed.
The detective let out a sighing breath that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, and he smirked, rolling his eyes. Good, he was still conscious enough to be a jackass. That was some comfort, anyway.
Hakuba approached directly, gaze travelling over the area for any suspicious activity. Ultimately, though, he shrugged off his overcoat and huffed, offering it to him.
“Can you walk? Shall I carry you?”
The gentle vibrating of his phone against his thigh made the thief force his eyes open, gaze darting downwards as the hand not currently occupied with applying pressure to the wound on his side clicked the message open.
That was faster than he’d expected. …Probably. Maybe. …Had he dozed off? Not…impossible. Bad. Not good. Focus. No more catnaps. No matter how tempting. Write.
[text] outside. btween wareoseg
[text] warehouse 12 an 13
He pulled the car to a stop in the alley, leaving it running as he unbuckled his seat belt and stepped out of the car. Hakuba wasn’t sure what the damned thief had done or who could be watching, but his car wasn’t exactly the most subtle thing anyway, so it was best to snatch him up and leave post-haste. The long coat he wore brushed against the back of his legs as he pulled the driver’s seat down, folding it to make room.
That was the worst part about coupes; with the top down, putting anything in the back seat was awkward. Oh well. He knew that Sylwen was, above all things, flexible.
Then he searched the dark.
“Here, kitty kitty…"
[text] arnt u just a sweetipie~
Sylwen’s lips quirked into the barest hint of a grin, because no matter the situation – or his own condition – teasing the blonde never seemed to get old.
[text] mght take a lil befoer ill get to i im afraid
Hakuba didn’t bother to reply. With how quickly he was driving, even looking at his phone would be dangerous. It was fortunate, perhaps, that the officers in the area knew his car and knew, as a result, that if Saguru were speeding, it was probably for good reason. And even if not, he was the Superintendent General’s son which meant more headaches, paperwork, and dirty looks for themselves, as much as they wanted to teach that spoiled brat a lesson.
Fortunately, the detective reduced speed to the legal limit as soon as he was off of the highway, coasting to side streets on the way to the harbor. And, once in the area, his pace became almost casual as he searched for signs of his… … … … friend?
[text] I’m here. Where are you?
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[text] dnt worry wont be movng anytimesoon
[text] thank~
[text] sory in advacne bout the bloodstins tho
[text] ill clean em ltr
Were it some other sneak thief, Hakuba would assure him that it wasn’t necessary; he’d just take care of it. HOWEVER, for the cat burglar…
[text] I’ll hold you to that.
[text] aww
[text] didn realize u cared tha much bout me detextive
[text] ure such a cutie~
[text] Stay hidden, keep calm. Keep an eye out for a cherry red BMW convertible – I’ve got the top up so you can hide in the back seat.
new suspicion arc tactic. ran tells heiji that conan told her who he is. heijis like ‘oh okay kudo finally fessed up’ thus unintentionally confirming every suspicion. ran secretly records it on tape, brings it home to conan. series ends as conan implodes in anger at heiji for ruining the masquerade and ran laughs menacingly in background, echo, fade out
this would definitely work tho
wait isn’t this basically how ran was going to confirm conan’s identity in one of my fics? haha
that’s how Hakuba confirms it in my fic Spark (more or less)
ahaha this is such a cute character
I wanna see them
BEAT UP (◡ ‿ ◡ ✿)
BLOODY (o ‿ o ✿)
AND BROKEN (O ‿ O✿)
how do I make Sycamore sound like not an idiot
how do I write his personality
how do I do anything
Or you can make it a crack blog and give no shits about anything ever.
omfg yes.
I created a blog for him (that I’ve yet to use) and just intend to make him a flirtmaster of doom.
Just
any Sycamore is good
All Sycamore, all the time
yes please