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“I don’t believe fer a single second that ya dun miss me.” He scowled at his phone as if the other party could see it. At least he could hear the disdain in the Osakan’s voice. He did his best to coat it in a certain degree of venom.

Not that deep down he didn’t have some sort of respect for the other detective, but it was purely professional. After all, no one enjoyed being called a savage. Heiji just had techniques to finding clues that differed from the other man’s tactics. To be cited for that was uncalled for.

“So after this, I get to play messenger boy? I’m overjoyed.”

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Their differences and their similarities were nothing short of a recipe for disaster, and Hakuba made certain to keep a constant vigilance to take note of any faux pas that the Osakan might take. It was nothing short of painful pleasure – or was it pleasured pain? – to associate with the brute who served as a reminder of his embarrassment and an embarrassment to his work.  

“I miss you the way a cat misses tinfoil, Hattori-san…” Hakuba said at first, tone with a lofty air as he slumped against the wall, taking a moment to rest while he rubbed the bridge of his nose. “If you would be willing to pass it along, I would be grateful. I might even be willing to do something in return, if you have need. God, give me a fee schedule and I’ll write you a check.”

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Terminal Affirmation

smokebombsandmirrors:

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“Around seven. I didn’t want to miss seeing you off since dinner got scrimped.” He grinned and took the open seat next to him. He folded the aviators and hooked down the front of his black v-necked shirt revealing slightly tired eyes and the starting of dark circles. The dark red cargo jacket shifted back that showed off his slim waist and hips. Dark wash jeans hung low on his hips and was held up by a thick brown leather belt and dark boot were worn and scuffed from years of use. 

“Excited?” He asked and hooked his arms around the backs of the chair next to him and behind Hakuba. He stretched out and relaxed in the usually uncomfortable chair.

The blush didn’t leave as Hakuba watched him, noting the discrete arm, the casual pose. Was Kuroba not worried at all by what he was doing? He drank awful coffee from the cup to buy himself a moment of time, then smiled, still embarrassed, but… grateful. 

“To see you, yes… but not so much to leave. Watson doesn’t really like planes… and…” The smile faded as Hakuba looked down at his cup, unconsciously leaning toward Kaito with a sigh. It wasn’t fair that he looked so attractive and so tired; it only made his resolve that much more worn. If only they could leave, go back to the house, cuddle down for a much-needed nap… “I wasn’t expecting to see you here. Thank you for coming. God, I wish I wasn’t leaving." 

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Bloody Moriarty

thelotusflowerfiles:

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Great job Shinichi, insult the person looking for your help.

He fell silent briefly before answering the question. “No ….I don’t own one. I’m sorry, let me go call a cab.” 

Way to go, insult him more.

He stood from the table quickly and sent papers scattering across the cafe floor. Stunned he stared at them then slowly bent to the floor and started picking the up and placing them back into their correct files. His hands trembled from the embarrassment.

“Ah- Kudou-san,” Hakuba said, shifting immediately to help, though Twig beat him to it, carefully scooping up pages gently in her teeth to hold out to Shinichi. “Twig, hold… … god, I hope…." 

Ultimately, he remained sitting in the booth, too nervous to try to move to help for fear that he’d really wrench his back, but he felt terribly for putting the other through the ordeal. "It’s not far, right? District 2, block 22… I can make it just fine walking, so long as you don’t mind my being  a little slow…” Hakuba frowned as he said it, watching the corgi as she attempted to help the detective. “Twig has very short legs, you see.”

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sxlvershot:

PSA: I am willing to ship my muse with same character
          I am willing to ship my muse with cross over characters
          I am willing to ship my muse with opposite sex characters
          I am willing to ship my muse with same sex characters
          I willing to ship my muse with original characters.
          I am willing to ship my muse with any other muse.
                      As long as there is chemistry 

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Terminal Affirmation

smokebombsandmirrors:

He swiped the hang up icon, leaned over the detective shoulder and pecked him lightly on the temple. “I miss you, too, Tantei-san.~”

Hakuba froze at the sudden touch, eyes wide and startled until the situation caught up with him. “A-ah! Kuroba-kun!” he said, fumbling with his coffee. “When did you get here? I didn’t think…” His face flushed with color as he realized he’d just been kissed – in public – around a mass of people. 

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Bloody Moriarty

thelotusflowerfiles:

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“If you’re sure.” He replied not convinced by the detective’s words. He reached for his drink and took a sip from it.

“Take your time. No one is forcing you to heal as fast as you can. Sometimes the best thing is to go at the pace you can handle.” It took him four years. Four long lonely, painful years to heal from The Change.  He blinked then gave him a pained smile.

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“I apologize. You’ve probably heard that too many times now.” Embarrassed by his sudden step into therapy he took another sip and hope to god he didn’t just offend the other.

As comforting as the words were, facing his situation, even to such a small degree, was even more painful than the actual injury. Hakuba averted his gaze, looking to the tea cup, then pressed the rim to his lips for another quiet drink, taking his time. He didn’t want to admit that the other de- that the detective had hurt him; he knew it was unintentional, but the apology called attention to it. 

Another sip.

“It’s all right.” It wasn’t, but Hakuba didn’t bother to change his tone to match the words. It would be useless against Kudou, anyway. “Perhaps once I’ve finished my tea. Do you have a car here?" 

God, what a situation to be in. He had to stay calm, had to push the thoughts away. Relax. He took another sip of tea. He could be stable. This was no matter at all. 

Twig nosed his leg and he blinked, shifting some to look under the table. She wagged her tail, ears back, and huffed. Hakuba managed a tiny smile, then straightened up again, train of thought successfully derailed. 

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Bloody Moriarty

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The smile was too forced …no to practiced to be natrual and after the one he had seen when they spoke of Holmes he knew it was a lie.

“If you’re in pain we can always take this to my home. It is close and you can relax a bit more there.” He paused and tried to think of the simplest way to explain why. “No unwelcome eyes, if you will.”

Aha, he’d been caught… not that Hakuba was really surprised by the fact, though having been called out on it was admittedly a little unsettling. Despite this, he was glad of it, both because it meant his analysis of Shinichi’s character thus far was accurate, and that his trust had been well-placed– especially given the convenient out provided. It was appreciated. Admired, even. 

Amused and relieved, he lifted the teacup with a little less tremor and smirked. 

“I’d be very grateful to visit your home, Kudou-san, but all in good time. I’ll be fine for a little while, yet.” He chuckled, letting a more genuine, but pained smile through. “Several of the doctors I’ve seen are convinced that it’s more psychosomatic at this point, anyway…”

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Terminal Affirmation

smokebombsandmirrors:

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He chuckled and stood from the table. Tossing his trash he began walking out of tiny cafe. “We not that far from each other.”

“As I said, I know that the fact is that we’re much closer, but…”  Hakuba frowned, brows creasing at the apparent miscommunication of his sentiment.

Whether it was because he was so tired or so stressed, the detective really had not noticed the noise on the other end of the line. It would have been easy to assume – though assuming was always a dangerous inclination – that he were simply in a busy area, like a mall. Shopping for more ties without him, perhaps. He took another sip of coffee, then continued. “Ah, anyway, suffice to say that I miss you already…?"