Leave a “Tell Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character confessing something to yours [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]
Taking Akira’s hand, Hakuba pulled her along the winding pathway to the hedge maze, roses abloom all around them. “Come along, Akira-kun, please…” the detective desperately pleaded, though he wondered if it was hopeless. She and Emi somehow always knew what he was planning anyway, but he had to try.
Finally, he stopped at a covered gazebo and pulled her inside, panting, and took a seat on the bench inside. “This… this is the place, I think… where I’ll ask her if she’ll come home with me to London… Do… Do you think this will work? I mean, make the confession, ask her to come home with me? For the holidays, I mean. God, I’m so nervous!”
Independent RP/Ask Blog for Conan Edogawa of Detective Conan
I suck at doing drafts but just in case you guys didn’t know, I also have a Conan account. Sometimes funny things happen there… like making fun of ask-gin-vodka
Restaurant Owner: I’m doing everything right but people don’t wanna eat here and I’m losing business
Gordon Ramsey: Okay, I’ve seen how you run the restaurant and these are what you are doing wrong
Owner: But I’ve always done it this way
Ramsey: And your restaurant is failing.
Owner: Who are you to come into my restaurant and tell me how to run things.
Ramsey: I’m a five star chef with many restaurants around the world that you hired to fix your restaurant.
“Haku-chan!” Grinning almost impossibly wide, the thief stumbled out of the treatment room, where his shoulder had been checked and the cut on his temple had been sewn. His left shoulder had been fixed in place with a brace and his temple was decorated by steri strips. But he didn’t seem to care.
Looping his free arm around the blonde’s neck, half his weight was also transferred over, which seemed to make him a little more steady on his feet. “I’ve missed you, Haku-chan! The doctors were prodding me all over! That was not nice!” For a moment he pouted, but quickly grinned again, and looked up unfocussed.
“They were weighing me with the clothes when I came in and I was still wearing my special belt.” He let go again, to open up the black belt he was wearing and slid it out of the trousers and held it up. Its material was rather thick, mainly because it was filled with little lead plates. “So I think the morphine shot was messed up.” He snickered and used the Halfbrit as support, again.
“Can you get me home? The world’s a little wobbly.” For another moment he looked disoriented, but shook it off quickly. Instead he was sniffing curiously now. “Haku-chan? You’re smoking too much. Your breath stinks. You don’t get people to kiss you that way. I wouldn’t.”
It amused him almost as much as it was concerning that the dosage of such powerful drugs had been off, but then, medical personnel did what they could with what they had to work with, and he was certain that it was just a matter of urgency that had caused the little miscalculation. Besides, with Kaito conscious, there wasn’t too much to worry about, right?
He used his hands to help steady the thief, smirking as he took in the request. “Aha, of course I’ll help you to get ho-"
He stopped himself at the sniffing and the comment that followed, amusement dying quickly. Did his breath really smell? The detective frowned, angling his head away, suddenly quite concerned. He’d been trying to keep the habit a secret, of course, and it wasn’t as if he smoked very often, but then with Kuroba getting injured and everything, he’d been so stressed…
"Ah…” Hakuba struggled to dig around in his pocket while supporting the other, looking for a stick of gum. He usually kept some on his person for just that reason, but that wouldn’t really remove the scent from his clothes if it lingered. “…anyway, it… ah, let’s just… get you home."
“Aww, come on, he’s notbad enough to have deserved that,” said the guy pranking the Inspector on an almost daily basis, only barely holding back a laugh as he thought back on the look on Nakamori’s face. Oh lord, it had been priceless! If only Hakuba had told him about it beforehand. He would’ve brought a camera!
"Although, if you wanna try anything again, I’ve got a pair of glitter- and dye-bombs you could use~”
He laughed, but quickly changed his expression to a disapproving frown. “Now, now… I’m not one to resort to dye or any sort of prank that would cause lasting effects. I know first-hand just how annoying it is to try to get that out of clothing, and I don’t want to get into any legitimate trouble…"
Really, though, did the magician have any idea how difficult it was to restore blond hair to its original color when tampered with? Likely not.
Pursing his lips, Hakuba slipped his hands into his pockets and continued on, just imagining the sort of hellfire that Nakamori would rain down if something like that were to ever happen. God no. "Besides, didn’t you like the chaos and confusion better than just plain anger? It was splendid!"
Eyes: Blue | Green | Brown | Hazel | Grey | Other Hair: Blonde | Brown | Black | Red | Ginger | Grey/White | Multi-color | Other (depending on the artist) Body Type: Skinny | Slender | Built | Curvy | Athletic | Muscular Skin:Pale | Light | Fair | Freckled | Tan | Olive | Medium | Dark | Discolored Gender: Male | Female | Trans* | Cis | No Gender | Other Sexuality: Heterosexual | Homosexual | Bisexual | Pansexual | Asexual | Demisexual | Other Species:Human | Undead/Vampire | Shapeshifter (Weres) | Demon | Angel | Witch/Wizard/Sorcerer | Incubus/Succubus | Other
Education:High School | College | University | Higher Education Living Situation: Lives alone| Lives with parents/guardian | Lives with significant other | Lives with a friend | Drifter | Homeless Parents/Guardian:Mom | Dad | Adoptive | Foster | Grandparents | Family friend Relationship:Single | Crushing | Dating | Engaged | Married | Separated | It’s complicated
I’ve been: In Love | Hurt | Sick | Abused I have a(n): Learning Disorder | Personality Disorder | Mental Disorder | Anxiety Disorder | Eating Disorder | Substance-related Disorder Things I’ve done before:Drank alcohol | Smoked | Done drugs | Stolen | Self harmed | Starved myself | Had sex | Had a threesome | Gotten into a fist fight | Gone to the hospital | Gone to jail | Used a fake ID | Gone to a rave | Killed someone
“Oho~? That’s not a threat, is it, detective?” The look on Kaito’s face was sly and teasing as he leaned against Hakuba, the smirk stretching across his lips wide and toothy and all Kid. “Because you know I’m more than capable of paying you back if you try anything again~”
“Oh come on now…” Hakuba didn’t want to admit that he did feel nervous with that sort of threat hanging over him, even though it was just Kaito making it. He’d seen what the teenage thief was capable of, and he did not want to be on the other side of his ire for any reason. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do that to Nakamori-keibu? God, he’s such a controlling, nagging pest… It was about time!"
