- I probably already ship it
- not that I deliberately start rp’ing with people for the purposes of shipping, but if there’s chemistry, if there’s interesting interaction, then yeah, I probably ship it
- you don’t have to ship it too; it’s fun to torture the muse with unrequited feelings okay
- I will never pressure you into a ship
- if you feel like i’m pressuring you, let me know and i’ll do my best to rectify the behavior
- if you want to ship a thing, pitch it to me. the answer is probably yes.
- that said, don’t assume it without at least mentioning it to me ooc first.
- ships are usually in their own seperate verses unless we’ve discussed something else.
- if you ship with me I’ll ruin your life
xoxox i love you bbies
Monthly Archives: September 2014
“So, ta what do I owe th’ pleasure of havin’ ta see ya?”
“Oh, I was just curious to see that terribly handsome mug of yours again. And to ask if you’ve had any luck locating Kudou-san as of late. He hasn’t been returning my calls…”
Pride and Obligation
Kaito didn’t flinch or make a sound as Hakuba worked on him. At first he watched the mans hands. Precise, control, gentle yet firm. His eyes lifted from the hand to the others face. He was worried that much had shown through. That was touching. Gently he leaned over as to not disturb the others work and laid his forehead against the blonde hair and wrapped his arms loosely around the others neck.
“Thank you for being here.”
It was almost unsettling to have Kuroba so willing to touch him. Hakuba’s cheeks betrayed his feelings on the matter, but he continued to work, despite, moving back and forth between the wound and the table beside him to switch out supplies. Out came a packaged needle, which he tore open with his teeth and pulled in a carefully measured amount of liquid from a tiny bottle, leaning over his leg to administer the shot.
“Local anesthetic- a small pinching sensation, perhaps a burn, and it’ll ease the pain…” he explained, pushing the syringe and plunger in, then pulled back to cap it, setting it aside. He returned with cotton swabs, but the cleanup that time only took a few seconds.
Then, while waiting for the anesthetic to kick in, he carefully turned his head to look down at Kaito. “I wouldn’t ignore a cry for help, Kuroba-kun… just who do you think that I am, anyway?”
“Cheerful as ever, I see. Eat any good books lately?”
“I’ve been rereading The Count of Monte Cristo lately, but I don’t suppose you’re familiar with the work, being as uncultured as you are~"
Pride and Obligation
Kaito looked up at him. The tears were shining in the light. He felt so conflicted and confused. He nodded his head and leaned back against the couch cushions. Hakuba had stayed, that had changed everything for him. He didn’t lose him, he still had a chance to end the loneliness he felt.
“I’m sorry.” He murmured softly. The tears threatened to spill over. There was just too much. He was like a raw nerve. All bundled up and pull as tight as he could go.
Hakuba shook his head, embarrassed by the emotional scene before him. It was worrying, too; Kaito was normally so good at hiding his feelings, but here he was, nearly shattered. “It’s all right; you’re just very… drunk. Things will be better in the morning.” Surely, it was just the drink talking. Just the drink crying.
The detective set to work cleaning the wound, swabbing the puncture site as carefully as he could while still being effective. It was a delicate balancing act, but something that he had a lot of experience with. He just hoped that Kaito wouldn’t scream; this part always hurt the most.
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Pride and Obligation
He pouted as he handed the bottle over. “I’ve never had a hangover in my life, thank you. Wait …. Haven’t been home? You mean you never left?”
Multiple expression came across his face all at once. Anger, confusion, embarrassment, joy then finally something soft and personal. “You came to the heist. I thought you ….” he bowed his head and sat promptly on the couch and buried his face in his hands. “Never want to …”
The reaction startled him, confused him. Had he said something wrong?
Or… right, perhaps?
“No, I haven’t left, and yes, I was at the heist. Of course I went to the heist." Hakuba shook his head, taking the bottle, and set it behind him on the table. "I said that my priorities changed, not that I wouldn’t participate at all."
He bent to riffle through the duffel, pulling out a bottle of water, an astringent, cotton swabs, and gauze, laying out the supplies on the table next to him.
"It’s all right… everything is going to be fine, Kuroba-kun. Just let me take care of it."
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An’ y’ say we’re loud, Hakuba-kun… —- “…Nakamori-keibu was asking for it.”
☆ :. .”…Thinking about it—
being a ‘phantom thief’doesn’t sound like a terrible job.”
“You just want a free kiss, admit it~”
Aggravated and cold, she tugged the sleeve of the nearest person and grumbled behind her scarf. “Did I miss th’ bus…?”
Hakuba pulled out his pocket watch and checked the time, then verified it with the time on his wrist. “No; it’s still another seven minutes, thirty-four seconds, and…” he paused, thinking better of mentioning the rest, and offered a smile. “Well, that’s all approximate."