i like his hair it looks like mine
it is a good quality to have
but do you have a hat as cool as his
YEHA
he’s watching you
seriously what is this face
what am I going to do with all of these stupid faces
no wonder liked hakuba back in the old days
little brother informed me that if I made Hakuba’s inverness cape all black that he’d look like a vampire:
he was right
Meeting Mr. Holmes
“You sound surprised. I made it clear earlier that the idea of this particular suspect being on the loose caused me irritation so surely my eagerness should not be that surprising.” He pivoted around in his chair to face James. “Ah, Mr Hakuba, detective work is all about the chase. If you do not let yourself indulge in the high of the process of catching them then what gratification is there really to our line of work.
Sherlock returned his eyes to the screens as well to scout out the last hour of film for the man he was tailing. “I can understand that feeling. How many of those gentlemen ever got a decent enough reputation to work at Scotland Yard, let lone maintain their positions, is truly the great mystery of London.” He scowled thinking of the many run-ins he had with their kind. The mention of Watson pulled Sherlock’s gaze over to James for just long enough. “You want to meet John someday? I assure you he is a as cynical and easy to impress as his blog makes him seem. He is a good source of relative intellect for me however. I can use him to compare the normality of others to. From time to time he even comes up with a good deduction himself.”
God! This sort of banter was something that Hakuba had longed for in his work. A partner as sharp and cunning as Holmes was a double-edged sword, to be sure, but certainly worth it. He let the comments and dry wit wash over him like the desert wind over dune, smirking as each let him feel more comfortable and familiar with the man who was supposed to be nearly impossible to work with.
"I’m pleased that you speak well of him,” he said in regard to John, tilting his head to look back at the older detective with a teasing smirk. “I’ve heard so many things about him, and while your somewhat blunt appraisal confirms some of the details, it also proves that he’s the worthy sort.”
Hakuba looked back to the monitors, tapping a key here, there, deciding to leave the rest of the commentary where it lay for the time being. After all, Mr. Holmes was, it seemed, rather anxious to catch the culprit, so he turned his attention to the work at hand… with just a touch more about Watson. “I’ve a hawk named after him."
What possessed him to dispense with that information, the blond may never know, but once it slipped out he laughed, hoping it would be passed off as merely an absurd joke.
Oh please oh please.
Terminal Affirmation
“Thank you for the thought but is that what you wish for? For a half of yourself to be canceled by the other?” He asked with a calm serene expression.
The question puzzled Hakuba as he’d meant it as a joke, but as he considered it, really considered it, he wondered. “Hm,” came his immediate answer, buying himself some time by taking another long drink from the coffee cup. “Well, it might be nice to not be so cripplingly formal and polite… It seems that I’ve inherited the the extreme from both sets of genes in that regard.”
He stretched his legs out in front of him, nudging Watson’s carrying cage in the process, and smirked when she made a small, annoyed, chirping noise. “Pardon, miss Watson,” he said, and nudged it again with his foot, immediately sheepish at his apology to the avian, and leaned his head back helplessly.
“I don’t know, Kuroba-kun. I should proudly own all of my mixed heritage, but it’s difficult at times. It’s… a work in progress.”
btw I just made the freakiest icon:
no idea if I’ll ever have a reason to use it but still
A Little Assistance
Conan followed Hakuba’s gaze and hummed thoughtfully to himself. It wasn’t far, but dogs were capable of winding up in another city entirely if their need to run about was strong enough.
When presented with the photo, Conan’s eyes narrowed. His chin was taken between his thumb and forefinger while a wrinkle formed between his brows. He couldn’t deny how obvious the scratches were, but why go through all that trouble to snatch a dog — or, more likely, something it wore? It wouldn’t be the first time, but he had hoped that people were above dognapping.
”Was it a habit of theirs to bring their dog with them everywhere, or was this the first time?”
“Habit, as far as my client has said, though I’ve never noticed dog hair in their car before…” Hakuba frowned as he thought over the niggling detail, looking Conan over again in the process. God, adorable and so observant. Perfect combination.
He turned his attention back to the case at hand, reaching into his suit jacket for his little black notebook while he put the phone away. Flipping to the current page, the blond glanced over his notes then nodded.
“Then again, they’re very wealthy, so it wouldn’t surprise me if they had their car detailed weekly. As for Mikki, she’s supposedly very obedient, which lends credence to the idea that she was dognapped… even so, I’m to look for her in the immediate area, just in case."