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Two is Too Much

ft-dc-fan:

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She thought about it for a moment but then acepted his offer. “Sure! I’d love to go eat lunch with you! Well, we should get going. It surely it will be troublesome to find a fitting tie for you, since I’m sure that every kind of tie will look great on you.”, she said and walked towards a shop that sells ties.

Well, at least she sounded sincere when giving the compliment. Hakuba managed a small, but genuine smile at her, brows knitting. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad after all. It was just spending the afternoon with his classmate, right? He followed along with her, wondering what kind of store Aoko frequented, given their vastly different price ranges. But if he could find something with the right material or thread count, perhaps it was salvageable…

Besides, it was retail therapy, not a tie needed for any sort of function. Hm.

“That’s very sweet of you to say, Nakamori-chan. I can only hope that you’re right, though the biggest trouble will be finding something different enough from the ties that I already have.” He chuckled. Oh what a good joke. Even though it was true. The detective had far, far too many ties. 

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Blond Humbug

smokebombsandmirrors:

Red faced Kaito glared at him. “Jerk.”

He pushed away from the glass and hurried down the side walk. Not everyone was rich and could afford nice clothes. He clenched the bags of stuff in his hurting hands and tried to bury himself deeper in his useless coat. He felt so … inadequate standing near the other. Like a pauper and a prince. A prince with a chauvinistic pig like attitude and little care for the little middle class thief walking beside him. Not that he knew he was a thief. That wasn’t the point here. No, the point he was trying to establish was that Hakuba was a jerk.

“…Jerk?" Hakuba was stunned, staring, and it took him a moment to realize that Kaito had left. "Ah- hey! Kuroba-kun! Wait for me!”

The detective scurried after the thief, lips pressed in a frown. He had to sort of shuffle to keep hold of everything in his arms while keeping his hands in the warmth of his pockets. He hadn’t meant to offend Kaito, though as he chased after, it sort of dawned on him that perhaps he had.

“Ah, apologies, I hadn’t meant to sound so critical, it’s just that burberry is… well, it’s, cashmere! You know what I mean?" 

Because that really fixes anything, right? 

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osakapride:

“It dun sound like yer askin’ fer my help at all.” He took a few deep breaths. He hated losing his cool in front of someone he was already on thin ice with. “I jus’ know yer ways and ya ain’t foolin’ me. Dun act like ya suddenly need me fer anythin’.”

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“And if anyone is doin’ the missin’ ‘round here, it’s definitely all on yer shoulders.”

“Awwww,” Hakuba crooned into the phone, though he wondered just how much of it was actually true. He had a certain degree of begrudging respect for the Osakan, it was true, and he’d at one point really, truly hoped that they could have been friends, but now… at least he enjoyed their banter. “Does that please you? That I miss you, I mean.”

A pause.

“Not that I do. Actually, and yes, I do need your help, and I believe that I’ve already outlined it. You’re in with Kudou-san, and I need to know where he is. Could you pass the message along for him, please?”

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The Meaning of the Monocle

smokebombsandmirrors:

Kaito straightened with the glasses and smiled at him. “I’m the same way. I feel as if I’m going to wake from another dream and you tell me this was all a joke.”

He tipped the glasses and pour the burgundy liquid into both. Setting the bottle down he offered one to the detective. 

Taking the glass, both sheepish from his own admission of insecurity, and feeling admittedly touched by Kaito’s own. “Well…” Hakuba said, lifting the glass to take in the bouquet, swirling the dark liquid around ever so gently. “I can assure you that this is no dream, nor a joke, unless it’s one of my fantasies.”

He stole a glance at Kaito then, smile hopeful and growing broader despite his embarrassment. 

“I’d say we should toast to dreams come true, but I think something along the lines of…”  He couldn’t say first kisses, technically, could he? Hakuba glanced up at the ceiling, considering before he looked back with a triumphant grin. “Ah! Let’s toast to figuring things out!”

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A History of Perfect Mistakes

japansfamousdetective:

His smile made her smile more so, she always did love seeing him do so. It really could brighten up a room. Not that she had ever voiced something like that aloud. She’d been so afraid to.

But maybe she’d have the courage to at some point.

Reaching a hand out to take the pills, she couldn’t stop herself from moving to inquire about his questions. She didn’t get a chance to, however, as he seemed to get hung up on the multiple implications of his wording and she couldn’t help but to pause and watch him start to flounder about to explain himself. Rather unnecessarily so at that.

Slender fingers hovered over the pill bottle for a couple of seconds before the hand was quickly making it’s way back to her person. Oh no. Oh no. His embarrassed floundering was so adorable! A reminder that for all his calm collectedness he was just as much as an axious dork as she was. The smile turned into one of amusement before her hand was covering her mouth. It was in vein because seconds later she was laughing.

She was aware she didn’t laugh much, felt like she didn’t really have a reason to with all the death and destruction that surrounded her. There was always too much in her heart and mind to worry about then taking the time to laugh. Since attending the college with the Ekoda trio (as she had come to call them) she had laughed a lot more but she was certain that it hadn’t ever sounded like the laughter she was producing now.

To her, at the very least, it sounded so much more pure and open. And her sides were hurting so bad!

“N-nooo, why are you s-so… so precious?!" 

The rambling came to a full and abrupt halt as Shinori spoke, and he blinked at her helplessly. Precious? She thought he was precious? Was this a good or a bad thing? Confused and started, the male detective stood there, expression falling with a head tilt to one side, not unlike a nervous golden retriever. 

"Ah…” was all that Hakuba could say in response at first, then realized – finally – that she was laughing. Not at him, really, or at least not cruelly so, but she was genuinely amused. And it was infectious. He laughed, himself, turning his head with a bite of his lip. God, he was embarrassed, but it was so nice to hear her full of such good spirits, especially in light of all that had happened. 

“Well, I don’t know about precious, but I’d accept ‘bumbling’ or ‘awkward,’ perhaps ‘hopeless,’  Kudo-kun…" 

At work, Hakuba was professional, calm, and so very confident. Flirty, even. At university, he was quiet, withdrawn, and a little bit cold. And here, in his bathroom with her, he was tripping all over himself. But at least he’d remembered to put pants on, which he was then very grateful for. 

The blush didn’t look like it was leaving any time soon, either. "But nevermind that; you’re gorgeous, your laugh is adorable, and I’ve made enough of a fool of myself. Shall I arrange something for breakfast? Or do you want to go back to bed?”

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Idle Weather Shop Talk

askmasumisera:

Open Starter

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Masumi was getting tired of these pointless afternoons shadowing the boyfriends of classmates’ older sisters and the like. Rarely did they ever amount to anything and she would end up getting disappointed responses from those that asked her to do the job in the first place. Payment hadn’t always been necessary but having someone say outright that her performance wasn’t worth payment always put her a little on edge. It wasn’t her fault that smoke didn’t always necessarily mean fire. She did her job and she did it well.

Once again, the smoke had ended up just being fog and she cursed the idea of reporting in later. Plopping down on the windowsill of a busy shopping district she sighed and pulled out her phone, tapping away a quick text to her young roommate.

Another unproductive day…

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“Pardon me,” a voice said from quite nearby. “Are you Sera Masumi?" 

Hakuba leaned against the wall just past the window, coffee cup in hand, and offered a warm smile. He hadn’t expected to see the other detective here, of all places, but he’d heard of her at the station and had always meant to introduce himself. 

"Detective, right?" 

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askkudoushinichi:

whiteknighthakuba said: you are not a piece of garbage at all in the least not even close >:I …. also I owe you like three replies oops.

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// and yet I’m not even on your list~

That’s because I owe like 30 replies in total… so I keep breaking my list down into smaller, manageable chunks aha. SOBS. And yes, you did reply to the mystery vacation thing. 

…and actually if you count your other account, I owe you 4? I think? I have lots of drafts for you. And A TEXT RESPONSE I NEED TO DO. AHHH

but you’re perfect and I love you and just 

I LOVE YOU, OKAY? *clings, cries*