((So do I. I think we’re all in agreement. But, promotional/concept art is often a million times worse than the actual production stuff, so we can hope… after all, the stuff they have there is really inconsistent as-is, and looks like it would be hella annoying to animate. We’re also seeing huge variances in color between the same drawings of official art in different publications… Another magazine had Hakuba’s hair this really ugly NEON YELLOW color… so who knows what we’ll end up getting in the end?))
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Hakuba stepped off of the curb and into the street, barely acknowledging the bus as it sped past him, leaving his long coat to flutter in its wake behind him. He gave a cursory glance to the left, then right, then continued through the traffic without so much as a flinch. His gaze was trained on one thing from that point; the brown paper package in the exact center of the six lane road. Rush hour. The blaring horns and screeching tires did little to deter him from continuing his pursuit. Indeed, if this was a test of his bravery, determination, or stupidity, he would pass with flying colors. He would not show fear, not for this Moriarty or any other to come.
The stern and reserved expression did not betray his wildly beating heart or sweaty palms as he bent to retrieve the package, though he paled somewhat at its weight. It could contain anything. But he did not have time to examine it now, turning to make his way through skidding cars to the other side of the busy street.
Pride and Obligation
Kaito grinned and climbed in after. He stretched out fully against the other and nestled his head in the crook or Hakuba’s neck. Sighing he relaxed and wound he legs with the other’s as his hand slipped under and around Hakubas chest and waist. “Perfect~”
Well then. This was rather… intimate. Hakuba blinked several times as Kaito made himself comfortable, looking down at him with an expression that was a mix between morbid curiosity and confusion. But… at least Kaito looked comfortable, which was important for recovering from that sort of thing.
“Not too much pressure on your leg, I hope?” was all he could think of to ask, loosely draping his arms over his back to hold him there.
((Yes, that was yet another post brought to you by the wonders of ambien. Also, although my typing becomes terrible while on ambien, it is nothing compared to trying to use the swipe keyboard on my phone with auto-correct. OMG.))
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( those head canon posts are fun to write. Please send me more. You can ask about specific characters or events in the anime/manga or idk. I’d love to write a rant about Hakuba’s feelings on Heiji and one on spider etc. Even future plot ideas! Is be fun. Please submit more ♡)
OPINIONS ON HAKUBA’S OBSESSION WITH TIME.
His obsession basically boils down to three things:
- The Master Watch – is an heirloom passed down through the men in the honorable Hakuba family line. Technically, Hakuba’s father – The Superintendent General Hakuba – should have taken possession of it when his father died… but when the grandparents disowned Saguru, claiming that the marriage between their son and ‘that foreign tart’ was not sanctioned in the first place (they eloped), and refuse to recognize a half-blooded bastard children as a rightful heir, Hakuba Sr stole it and gave it to Saguru, anyway.
He is proud of his son and thinks that he should be happy to be a part of the Hakuba family, even if it means that their branch has been cut from the larger tree. Oh well.
Hakuba is pleased to show it off at every heist, case, and interview, proving that he is doing great things and IS a part of the family, whether they like it or not.You can read more about the Master Watch here: The Seven Sins of White Chapel: Envy
- Eidetic Memory is a Bitch – Hakuba’s memory is like a steel trap; very accurate, very detailed, very easy to recall… but along with it comes every other sensory input – sight, taste, smell, feeling, emotions… Most of the time, he’s able to extrapolate just the vital information in terms of data that he can use in paperwork, but it requires a lot of self-discipline and work. Sometimes, however, the ‘flashback’ of memory is so intense that he loses track of what is happening in the present. It all works in tandem with PTSD , and those experiences can be quite triggering.
The watch helps with this in two ways:
First, it acts as a physical anchor that he can use, with ritual to ground himself in the present. This helps to stave off anxiety attacks and more traumatizing memories that he doesn’t want to be forced to live through.
Second, it allows him to accurately record the data for the CURRENT situation, which he then compares to his wrist-watch, then records in his notebook. This way, he doesn’t have to rely on only his memory for analysis, which he is quite picky about. With careful note taking and accurate records, he feels much more confident in his work and control of the situation.Learn more about Eidetic Memory here: The Seven Sins of White Chapel: Lust
- Accuracy as a Scientist – Since Saguru has been shown to be at least a passable chemist, interested in the work and equipment in his grandfather’s private laboratory in Japan, it would stand to reason that he would be used to keeping very accurate notations for every experiment. After all; a single digit can change the entire outcome, and the scientists in the labs do all that they can to check everything to extreme measures of precise calculation.
I think this is why he sometimes includes the milliseconds, etc. when he’s notating the time to others; it’s a habit of working with scientists… and quite possibly humorous to him, since it really is excessive, but some take it quite seriously.
Pride and Obligation
“I’ll go if you join me?~”
“If I… If I join you?” Hakuba blinked again, looking from him to the couch, then to the blankets in his arms. Well, he supposed that would let him keep track of Kaito easily enough… and he was very tired. Gulping, the detective nodded, stepping closer to the couch. “All… all right. I’ll sit here and you can… just.. get comfortable however…"
He moved to the side of the couch, stiffly taking a seat next to the couch cushions and attempted to figure out how to get his legs arranged… watching Kaito, cautiously, as he swung them up onto the couch to leave room for Kaito to… lie on top of him?
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