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It didn’t take a genius high school detective to piece together what had happened, and honestly he wasn’t surprised really to find him passed out in his bed. It was really just the naked part that had caused most of the reaction. Thankfully as long as he stayed on this part of the bed it should be fine.

Would have been fine had he not noted the way Hakuba had shifted as if he was stirring and not wanting to, tugging the pillow a little more. And the mattress space closest to Hakuba felt a little too cold to be comfortable, like Hakuba himself was too cold and it was seeping into the mattress beneath him. It made the smaller male frown and as he rolled over to peer at the sleeping blonde.

Warring with himself a couple of minutes he eventually came to a decision and moved closer to try and provide a bit more warmth for his friend.

The warmth was appreciated, letting Hakuba drift deeper into sleep… at least for the moment. Once his body had gotten used to the source of heat being there, he found himself bothered by the lack everywhere else, and rolled toward him in an effort to find more. And, once he found Shinichi, he couldn’t hold back the urge to wrap his arms around him, drawing the warmth closer. Much better. 

Hakuba nuzzled against his shoulder and gave a small sigh, shivering. With such a nice warm heat rock, there was no way that the little dragon- whom he played in his dream- could be unhappy. 

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For what it was worth, Ran wasn’t the only one that blushed. Smiling, both surprised and confused, the detective blinked back at the girl once their lips parted, and tilted his head. “Mouri-chan,” he said, voice soft. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Ran, who continued to blush, placed a hand to her lips. “I…I don’t know what came over me. Forgive me please.” She wanted to run, but held fast, almost glued to the spot. She was not only embarrassed, but ashamed of herself. She expected him to be mad, but he didn’t seem to be showing any signs of that emotion. Still, it had been wrong of her to be so forward. 

Ah. Mouri-chan was such a lovely, sweet girl. Hakuba couldn’t resist a soft laugh and smile at her embarrassment; it was just too cute. “There’s nothing to forgive, Mouri-chan. I tend to have that effect on people; you needn’t fret whatsoever. I’m honored to have caught your attention." 

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Lonely Elegance || kaitomagic

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“I didn’t ask.” The teen responded, dryly. Taxing? As if.
He watched Hakuba’s face, gaze shifting down to the piano keys again as the detective’s hands glided across them, both curious and put off. Who did this guy think he was? Acting all suave and innocent…
“Still going on about moonlight escapades… when will you give it up already?”

Kaito wondered, idly, how long it would take Aoko to figure out where he had ended up… and also whether his hope that she’d drag him away again might be foiled when she spotted Hakuba. What did she see in him, anyway? “And what about you? No date? That’s surprising with how much of a playboy you are.”

It was… frustrating, to say the least, to hear the denial time and time again. Hakuba knew who Kaito truly was, and he knew that Kaito was well aware of this. Add to that the playboy comment and the dry response, and it put a significant damper on his ability to pretend to be pleasant. 

The detective stilled his hands, letting the notes die with chord unresolved, and tilted his head back to regard the teenager next to him coolly, mouth curved so very slightly downward into a frown.

“This is an event for the police, many of whom I consider colleagues and mentors. It is not a setting in which I feel comfortable bringing personal matters, which a ‘date’ would fall under. But, thank you, Kuroba-kun,” Hakuba remarked, voice dry, words quick, and tone perhaps a bit harsher than necessary. “It’s always good to know where I stand with people in their opinions of me.”

And where was that? Irritable, nosey, pretentious playboy. Insufferable. Hakuba glanced away, down to the piano keys, fighting back the urge to run. Kaito was too observant; he’d know that he’d hurt him with his words. He’d know he’d won.  Hakuba forced a smile.

“Ah, so admired, am I. It’s so nice to have friends.”

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Taiyaki Search || grumpylucario

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Getting separated was somewhere between inconvenient and disastrous, but Lucario hadn’t decided where on the scale that was yet. Then again, figuring out a solution was undoubtedly more important than determining exactly how important said solution was.

And so, the canid walked aimlessly alongside the dense buildings, trying to make sense of location or purpose of this new area. It had to be somewhere in the Kanto Region, undoubtedly, but everything just seemed a little bit off. No Pokémon, no particularly strong aura. It was just… dull. Then again, at least dull was calm, particularly as the streets seemed to not be all that crowded, even if Lucario seemed to be getting some particularly odd looks from the few people that were around.

Getting to the Pokémon Center seemed the logical priority, but… Where was it? Weren’t Pokémon Centers normally bright and garish buildings that demanded to be the center of attention? Wandering ‘this way’ might be helpful, but just as likely, it might not.

“Hm?” Someone was staring. Lucario’s red-eyed gaze fell on a young man who seemed less content to pretend he didn’t exist. In fact, said young man appeared to be heading in this direction. Well, maybe he’ll know where the Pokémon Center could be found.

 

No. No, the thing was not a statue, nor a clever cosplay. It was a living, breathing Lucario. Or at least some sort of genetic creation that looked startlingly like one. But how..? And why?  Hakuba couldn’t help but continue his approach, halting only briefly when it looked at him. He had to know. Had to investigate. 

Looking around, it seemed that no one else seemed willing to be as perplexed as he was; perhaps it was a symptom of being a Japanese native. This sort of thing probably happened often enough, if the stories were to be believed. It wasn’t too far from the realm of the reality that he knew, all things considered. After all, he’d dated an actual witch and made it a habit of chasing after a phantom thief. All stories had their origins in truth, so why couldn’t a pokemon exist?

Hakuba stopped a good five or six feet away, regarding the creature like he might a wild rabbit; slowly, calmly bowing, then straightening up and offering a warm and inviting smile, tilting his head.

“Good evening, Lucario-san. How are you?”

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Matters of the Heart (7)

7. What does it take for you to consider someone a friend?

“I’ll assume that you mean a genuine friend and not just an acquaintance or colleague. It usually involves some degree of friendly banter and a show of weakness on both parties, coupled with acceptance. For example, someone might call me out on a hypocritical statement of mine, but in a way that denotes care or humor, not cruelty, and then allows me to continue without trying to force a change. I want to be seen for what I am, vices included, and still treated with respect.

”…as you might imagine, I have very, very few friends for this reason. Many people are eager to point out my flaws and champion their superiority over me. Conversely, there are some who have the disturbing idea that I’m somehow infallible. Ridiculous. I do not cherish naivety.“

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Matters of the heart!

43. What impression do you try to give people when they meet you?

“Confidence, poise, restraint, elegance… I want others to know that I am well aware of my talents and prowess, and feel completely comfortable with myself. They need to believe that I can hold my own, fight my own battles, but know more than enough to talk my way out of them. When they meet me, they should be impressed with my power, and know, without a doubt, through the way that I conduct myself, that I am someone to be respected and admired." 

They don’t need to know that I don’t really believe in most of it, myself.

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Matters of the heart [26]

26. If you loved someone but they refused to marry, would you stay with them?

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“I suppose that depends on the reason for their unwillingness. After all, same-sex marriages aren’t exactly acceptable in this society… not to mention illegal to perform. Issues with family, too. If we were truly in love, yes of course I’d stay with them… but I’d always wonder why they wouldn’t be willing to make the commitment…"