hermione: harry is that plan really a good idea
harry: ¯_(ツ)_/¯
hermione: have you weighed the possible consequences
harry: _/¯_(ツ)_/¯_/
hermione: do you really think this terribly thought-out plan will end well
harry: _/¯_/¯_/¯_(ツ)_/¯_/¯_/¯_/
“Well, now you’re mad. Is it because I haven’t fallen at your feet yet?”
“I don’t expect you or anyone else to fall at my feet! God, I was just trying to give a little cheer on Valentine’s Day, I didn’t realize it would be so unwelcome… or that I Was so loathesome to you. Rest assured, I won’t make that mistake again!”
Not far away from the door stood a silver Aston Martin DB5 and the person having knocked was clad in a black leather shoes, a black suit with an off white shirt and a blue tie, he had light skin and blue eyes were hidden behind a pair of small, silver rimmed glasses. The only thing that never seemed to change about Kaito was his wild mess of dark brown hair. Otherwise he gave off an air of serene professionalism.
“Sir,” he started off in a well-practiced British accent, as soon as the door opened, “I am afraid that Q is not available as of this week, so I have taken the liberty of preparing your car. May I introduce myself?” He took to a quick bow, although not in the distinctly Japanese fashion. “I’m generally referred to as K. And please, I’d appreciate if there aren’t any remarks of kid towards me, I am older than I look.” A very, very quick smirk crossed his face before he looked perfectly composed again.
“As I began with, I took the liberty to add a few advantages to your current car. And if you would be willing, we can go and put them to a test. I assume you have a suit ready as well, because it has been arranged that we stop on our way to pick up your new assignment.” He looked at him as if this setting was perfectly normal and perfectly real. Then again… it really gave it an odd sense of realism because this actually was a rather large mansion with some British influences. The only thing missing now was a Bondgirl peeking around the door, clad in sinfully thin silk robes.
Oh, this was going to be such a fun day, without the stupid generic chocolate and roses, he would have felt awkward for doing that – he’d never taken to it, forgot about it and wondered why he suddenly got chocolate presents and… no. This however… was his way of celebrating Valentine’s at least this year.
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To say that Hakuba had been expecting it was a bit of an overstatement, though he really hadn’t foreseen all of the elaborate planning that had gone into it. Though, as he followed Kaito with a somewhat startled expression, he quickly began to realize that there was no way of knowing just how much of what he’d said was real at all; Kaito was good with acting, especially improv, and flights of fantasy were nothing new for the supposedly-not-a-thief.
All the detective could really do was shrug at first, deciding to trust him and go along with whatever was planned or imagined. Fortunately, Hakuba wasn’t that bad at coming up with material on the fly, either.
“Oh, I believe that I have something set aside, yes…” he responded casually, slipping into the act as he reached inside is suit jacket and pulled out a pair of dark shade sunglasses. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, K…” he said, slipping the glasses into place, small grin turning into a charmingly smug smirk.
“You may refer to me as Bond. Saguru James Hakuba Bond."
When Kaito felt hands curl around his shoulders, gently but still suddenly enough for him to give a start, it pulled him from whatever sort of sleepy daze he’d put himself in and his eyes snapped open in a hint of alarm to look over his shoulder, a hand instinctively reaching reaching for the cardgun that was usually in his pocket.
In his uniform pocket, that was.
Not his pajamas.
Then again, he didn’t exactly need it, once he realized who it was, and sheepish embarrassment flashed across his face. The familiar smile on his detective’s lips and the gentle squeeze to his shoulders made him drop his head back down onto Hakuba’s desk and the heist plans he’d brought over from his own house.
“You almost gave me a heartattack,” Kaito snorted quietly, teasingly, lips curving upwards. The playful air disappeared almost the moment Hakuba started rubbing his shoulders, though, body relaxing and going lax less than a few seconds after, indigo eyes drifting closed with a soft, pleased noise. “Though…”
God, that felt amazing.
“I…guess I can…deal with…”
And that was the sound of Kaito’s mind powering off completely.
The adrenaline and excitement that had kept him going during their time in the Lavender Mansion was bound to run out at some point, leaving his little body feeling exhausted.
Conan had tried his hardest to stay awake and enjoy the trip back to to shore, but he found it impossible to keep his bleary eyes open. Slumped in the boat’s bench-like seats, he told himself that a short nap wouldn’t do him any harm. Besides, Ran would wake him up once they reached the dock. Until then, he would settle against her and allow sleep to take him.
What he didn’t realize was that he wasn’t the only one feeling worn out from the day’s earlier events, nor did he realize that it wasn’t Ran he had snuggled into. The depth of his fatigue had made him numb to the fact that she had shifted out of her seat to admire the sea, while an equally tired blond settled in beside him.
He had intended on conversing with the little detective, but neither of them seemed ready to speak. Instead, they remained where they were, fast sleep and completely unaware of the fun that Hattori would have should he find them leaning on each other.
