9. What smells remind you of friendship?
“Pumpkin spice, yeast, tobacco smoke, wet soil, shepherd’s pie… ah, I miss my good old English pubs."
Monthly Archives: September 2014
Matters of the heart!
43. What impression do you try to give people when they meet you?
“Confidence, poise, restraint, elegance… I want others to know that I am well aware of my talents and prowess, and feel completely comfortable with myself. They need to believe that I can hold my own, fight my own battles, but know more than enough to talk my way out of them. When they meet me, they should be impressed with my power, and know, without a doubt, through the way that I conduct myself, that I am someone to be respected and admired."
They don’t need to know that I don’t really believe in most of it, myself.
Matters of the heart [26]
26. If you loved someone but they refused to marry, would you stay with them?
“I suppose that depends on the reason for their unwillingness. After all, same-sex marriages aren’t exactly acceptable in this society… not to mention illegal to perform. Issues with family, too. If we were truly in love, yes of course I’d stay with them… but I’d always wonder why they wouldn’t be willing to make the commitment…"
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41. Do you choose songs for relationships that you have with others? Can you name one such example or think of one if you had to?
Hakuba will usually pick a Beatles song for his relationships/crushes, but he keeps them a secret. Just don’t be surprised if that ends up being your ring tone…
As for me, yes. I have songs for relationships aLL THE TIME.
One example would be… Clarity (Zedd Union Mix) for Hakuba/Kaito.
ugh I could make like… huge playlists of these things..
sobs with feels because
music
send me a ✈ and I will give your character a memory from mines past.
The Interim
“Oh she knows more than that~” He laughed. “Keena kiss.”
After he finished the word Keena worked her way up his arm and onto his shoulder then down on to his collarbone. Her small beak barely touched his lips before she worked her way onto his shoulder. She took flight and landed on Hakuba’s shoulder. Kaito froze and realized what she was about to do and true enough to her training she returned the kiss. Never in his life had he ever gone so red so fast before but he was. From his collarbone to the tips of his ears.
Hakuba watched closely, eyes tracking every movement of the bird from start to finish. And when she touched his lips, he gave a tiny kiss back, chuckling softly. “Oh god, so charming! So very well trained. You must be so proud."
He was all smiles as he lifted a hand to oh-so-gently scratch under her chin and onto her breast, turning his finger sideways to rub along the side of her head before presenting it as a perch. "Step up, Keena, if you please…” Hakuba waited until she was on his finger, then pulled her away from him to return petting where he could see her. “Good girl. Oh, she’s so perfect. You’re so very lucky, Kuroba-kun~”
It was then that he noticed the blush, which baffled him. Was it the praise…?
The Interim
Kaito wiggled slightly and slid closer then scooted out back wards.
“Sorry about that. This is Keena.” The slightly small rose dove clung to Kaito’s shoulder and nibbled at his bangs. Kaito quickly moved her from his shoulder to his hand and offered her a chance to meet the detective.
It took four seconds for Hakuba to recover from his deer in headlights stare once the bird was in front of him. He blinked again, then looked down at her, realization dawning. “O-Oh! Oh! A bird! That explains it. Yes, all right, all right…”
Hakuba laughed at himself, bringing a hand up- slowly, carefully -to first brush his own hair from his face, then offered it to her, perfectly positioned for her to change perches if she wished.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Keena,” he said, smile immediately fond as he looked her over, memorizing her features. Then, he glanced quickly up at Kaito. “God, she’s beautiful. Is it all right if I ask her to step up? Does she know that command?”
The Interim
Kaito smiled and crawled down near Hakuba’s knees. His shoulder brushing the detective’s legs casually as he reached around to underneath the chair. The black shirt slid up slightly as Kaito arched his chest towards the ground revealing the red waist band of his underwear.
The tea was unfortunately forgotten the moment that Hakuba opened his eyes again, finding that Kaito had not gotten up as he’d expected, but instead… He stared down at him, eyes wide, expression confused and somewhat horrified.
“Ah… … K-Kuroba-kun…?” he asked, doing his best to remain ABSOLUTELY STILL. Rigid. “What are you…?"
Really. Of all of the things he’d expected to have happen when he decided to go to Kaito’s house, THIS was not one of them.
The Interim
Kaito bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from laughing. God could Hakuba be any more obvious. Getting up he walked back over to the pantry and pulled down a wooden box. Walk back over to Hakuba he moved to the floor on one knee and presented the box. “Here”
Blink.
“Uh.” Hakuba tilted his head to one side, not unlike a very confused dog, then reached out to take it from him. “Well, if you really insist… Thank… thank you, Kuroba-kun."
Pulling the box into his lap, Hakuba ran his hands over the wood, eyes locked while he examined the craftsmanship. It wasn’t unusual, but it felt like home under his hands. He then brought it up to eye level, closed his eyes, took a deep breath to catch the scent, and sighed, unable to resist the moment of pleasure. "Mm… you really can’t find this sort of thing here.”
The Interim
Kaito raised his eyebrows in muted surprise. Well, the staring was new. His ears turn an interesting shade of red and took his seat again. Taking a sip of slightly chilled tea he struggled to settle his nerves in his stomach.
“My mother, who is currently somewhere in the United Kingdom keeps sending me tea and I mean tea anything. This is the second set I’ve received from her.” and a long note stating a inappropriate idea of giving them to Hakuba and few other comment that he tried desperately to ignore but now having Hakuba in front of him the letter was starting to come back in detail. “I have an extra box if you want it.”
“An extra box? Oh, I really couldn’t…” Hakuba said, though the grimace on his face said otherwise. He really, really, really wanted the tea. “Really, that… your mum is wonderful. Do you know whereabouts in the United Kingdom she is? If she’s anywhere near London, I’m certain that my mum would love-”
Wait, what was he doing? It was too late.
“-to… have tea with her, I think.” Tiny cough. “Ah… yes. It’s… yes.” What.
Hakuba looked down at the tea and took a sip. Thank god for Earl Grey.