Let’s do a weird headcanon thing
1. What they smell like: Anise, wool, old spice, and paper, mostly.
2. How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc): He likes to sleep on his side most often, slightly curled and on one side of his large bed. Tends to stay up until 1 or 2am, then gets up around 6am, give or take depending on his schedule.
3. What music they enjoy: Classical and Europop, mostly. He’s a sucker for Beatles, Muse, and Gaga…
4. How much time they spend getting ready every morning: 30-60 minutes, though he tends to prepare the night before, too.
5. Their favourite thing to collect: Books and odd liquors.
6. Left or right-handed: Right handed.
7. Religion (if any): Christian (baptized Catholic)
9. Favourite touristy thing to do when travelling: Photography and sampling all of the different kinds of food. …okay, really, it’s the food he loves.
10. Favorite kind of weather: Partially cloudy, cool enough to make wearing a jacket distinctly pleasant.
11. A weird/obscure fear they have: GHOSTS.
12. The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail: Target shooting… and he’s pretty good at air hockey, too.
Bloody Moriarty
“Let me call the cab.” He said and slipped his phone out of his beast pocket.
He walked towards the exit, paused briefly to talk to Azuza about the check, handed her a card, then walked out.
Hakuba and Twig both watched Shinichi go, the former draining the teacup while the latter angled her large ears forward, sniffing after him. From successful communication to a meeting – in person! – at a cafe, and then to the inside of Kudou’s home? He could hardly believe it. Perhaps it was karma… which he knew often worked in very strange and mysterious ways.
Did he deserve the show of tender mercy? He doubted it, but wasn’t about to turn it away. He’d have been a fool to. And, really, if there were ever a time for fate to spare Hakuba Saguru a break in the storm, now was the time.
…if nothing else, it might be the last opportunity for it.
“Don’ let me stop ya now.”
Was there even a hiatus to begin with? Perhaps he did care, should those words be some matter of tough love, but a husked voice and a stolid expression would mettle itself even against another sip of poisoned flame from a glass, and then… silence. There were reasons other than health that he’d disliked such things, really. Memories inhaled by the scent of such smoke, numbing the senses but never the reminder of his own namesake, dark and bitter.
Still, the bronzened man didn’t turn away, didn’t avert his gaze of knives and hoarfrost from the conversation in question.
There had been, but it had been brief and, as with most things with the detective, had only lasted long enough to secure additional walls and nettles that urged the craving of terrible habits. Hakuba placed the cigarette between his lips but didn’t light up, not yet, instead resting his gaze on the other man with a contemplative stare. Evaluating.
“Tell me… am I due for an evaluation any time soon? In my absence, I’ve completely forgotten where we stand.”
“I didn’t expect anything else. People have such a negative view of them because of what the media has done.” She sighed crossing her arms. “Although I’m a little curious by what you meant ‘usually’.”
“As someone who has explored the catacombs in Paris and London…” Hakuba said a wincing smile and a shudder that he really couldn’t help. “And I’ve… seen things, you understand. I don’t know enough to say that all spectres are particularly malicious– in fact, I rather expect that most are benign, even ambivalent, but the chance that they could be otherwise… and the fact that I don’t have the information necessary to really protect myself in that instance… makes me a little more than wary."
The detective laughed, then, sheepish. "Of course, I’m generally a bit paranoid with just about everyone and everything, anyway, so it may just be par for the course!”
Terminal Affirmation
As Kaito watched him his over enthusiastic grin fading into one that was personal and meant just for Hakuba to see. “You didn’t think I’d just let you leave with out seeing you one last time?”
He sat up and leaned on to his knees. “I …..”
I wish you weren’t going. I wish I didn’t open my big mouth and sent you off. I wish we had more time. I wish … I wish … There were so many of those that were fluttering about his mind and clogging his throat his didn’t know what to say. ‘I like you’ was to cliche and would bring too much pain to both of them. ‘I’ll see you soon’ was say too much of the unknown. ‘I’ll miss you’ was a given. ‘Don’t fall for any other thieves while your over there’ was just highly inappropriate.
He scrunched his brow and stared at the carpet. He was so lost at what to say. With his mother she was usually gone before he could wish her a safe trip. It wasn’t like he didn’t want that for Hakuba but he also wanted the damn plane to break down before the detective ever got on the monstrosity.
The trailed silence earned a small, meaningful smile from the detective in return, who wished for all the world that he could offer a hand in reassurance. If not to hold Kaito’s, at least to put around him. If they were in London, it wouldn’t even be a question; he’d kiss him right then and there, hold him tightly, nuzzle into the crook of his neck. But there, in Japan, all he could do was attempt to not look quite as wistful and lovesick as he felt.
Shoulders hunched, he, too, glanced down at the carpet after a moment. Societal convention forced so much to be left unsaid, and while it wasn’t fair and he certainly didn’t agree with it, there was nothing, really, that either of them could do.
“We’ll call, text, email, and send photos,” Hakuba said, forcing his voice to stay quiet and even. “I’ll be busy with campus tours and Scotland Yard, you’ll… well, I know you’ll be busy causing all sorts of mischief. We just need to be careful so that we’ll be reunited in one piece in just… a couple of months…” It wasn’t as accurate estimate as he liked, but he feared that the actual number would sound far too despairing. “And I’ll be back before you know it.”
He paused, then, struck by a sudden, terrible thought. “…a practice run, if you will, for… long distance…"
Waiting Pleasantries
”Most people get that really bored look on their faces whenever I start talkin’ about flowers. I mean, I know they’re not th’ most interestin’ things t’ hear about.” She lifted her shoulders in a small, sheepish shrug but quietly appreciated his charm and understanding.
He hadn’t asked her to stop or forced another subject onto her, but she still felt a sliver of guilt knowing she had almost tumbled into a nearly endless speech about flowers and their medical benefits. Besides, she was only a simple florist — she wasn’t supposed to know more than their meanings and that they were ‘really, super pretty.’
”I never thought of ‘em that way, but yer right. I can’t wait fer mine t’ bloom,” she tried not to sigh at how poetic he sounded, “They take a few years t’ grow an’ bloom, but I know it’ll be worth it. Just gotta pay attention an’ make sure they’re gettin’ th’ right amount of light and water.”
Madison shifted slightly beside him and cleared her throat, “Do ya happen t’ have a favorite?”
For his part, Hakuba seemed completely content to listen to the ramblings. It was refreshing to hear of another’s life and adventures without having to cater to the whims of the interrogation of fame, and the subject matter was calming. That the woman he spoke to was a beautiful girl and clearly passionate was a definite perk, and the detective was very pleased with his choice in bus stop for the day.
“I prefer Morning Glories, after all, though I suppose many think of them as a pest…” he offered, smile crooked. “Lilies, also. And Carnations… especially the ones with stripes."
He laughed, then, just a small, rolling chuckle in the back of his throat before turning his attention back to the sign post. "How long have you been working with flowers? Is this a family trade, or is it something you’ve pioneered on your own?”
Genius.
Magikarp huh? They helped alot once..! -She received the egg and unleashed her Arcanine, who instantly laid down and curled around the egg when Crys placed it down.-
…Hmm? -Crys looked at the Dratini and smiled, walking closer and offering a hand out to the Dratini.-
It’s okay, I’m just a researcher.
I’m Crystal Jemmings, nice to meet you two.
Hakuba was pleased with the young woman’s conduct, professional and polite, and felt eager to continue the pleasant interaction. “The pleasure is all mine, I assure you,” he said, giving a nod. “My name is Saguru Hakuba. This is Jade,” he nodded to the little dratini, who wriggled its nose before stretching out to nuzzle at the girl’s hand.
“And that,” he glanced over his shoulder to the dragonite, who stood behind him with a large, lazy smile. “Is Ryuu. If this magikarp turns out anything like my Kitty, it’ll be just what the professor was hoping for, I believe… thank you for your assistance.”
Bloody Moriarty
“Thank you.” said to Twig and gave her a gentle rub around the ears and continued to collect the papers. “I could always carry her when if she gets to tired. I’d offer to carry you as well but I think our height differences might pose a problem."
He offered a small smile to him and stacked the papers up on top of the tables.
Twig wagged her tail and went back to lying down once it seemed that everything was back to status quo; papers back on the table, pets given, and her master no longer giving signs of an oncoming anxiety attack. Job well done.
Meanwhile, Hakuba fought the color that came to his cheeks at the somewhat awkward joke, but managed a genuine little laugh, despite. It was the smile from Shinichi that really sold it. "God, and I know I’m underweight, but I’m certain that I way more than you do. Let’s avoid having to have you carry me, I think… A leisurely walk or a cab would be just fine.”
He took up the tea cup again, expression all-together amused as if he had far too many private jokes that he was unwilling to share.
Waiting Room Interrogation
Why is he staying? He shrugged. The detective had his reasons.
“Well, someone’s got to spice up the lectures! Especially Kuno-sensei’s.”
“Right, because the information presented in the usual format isn’t nearly entertaining enough for a genius like yourself, is that right?” Hakuba shook his head, leaning back in the chair. “Still, I suppose you’ve got to get that adrenaline rush somewhere as you clearly aren’t getting it in any moonlight escapades.”
He smirked, chancing a sideways glance at the other teenager, then looked straight ahead while folding his arms casually behind his head.