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“Ouch.” He laughed lightly and took no offense because half time it was true. “Well you’re in the clear … for today at least.” The last part of the sentence came out hushed and full of mischief.

“…you know, despite your assurances, I find myself feeling no less comfortable with the situation whatsoever.” Though, if Hakuba were to be honest with himself, this was rather par for the course with Kuroba. So, really, there was nothing more than usual to worry about.

“I suppose, however, that if you’re not up to anything- at least blatantly -then I shall wish you a good morning and a pleasant day. But…” He sighed. “Please reconsider when you do decide to cause trouble…”

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Cleanba made his way towards Hakubby, taking out a handkerchief. He dabbed it with some food safe disinfectant, therefore would cause no harm if consumed, and dabbed it over his other self’s lips before leaning in to kiss him.

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“…" 

Of all of the many, many experiences that Hakuba had experienced in that vein, this was a first. The detective, confused and startled as he was, could only watch, mystified, as the other approached, touched, and then kissed him. He stood there in silence for a moment after that, eyes narrowing while he regarded his doppelganger. Really, aside from a few minor differences, the other young man might have been a mirror image of himself. 

…but there were, of course, those aforementioned minor differences. These offered a sort of reassurance on one hand – someone like Kaitou Kid or those in a similar trade wouldn’t make that sort of mistake if they were attempting to replace him for some nefarious reason. On the other hand, it did raise quite a few new questions. 

The half-brit tilted his head, setting his gaze at an angle to get a better look at his counterpart, bringing a hand up to his own lips to touch the substance that had been put there. From what he could tell from touch, smell, and taste, it was nothing more than an antiseptic of some sort; nothing immediately harmful. But why…?

Oh. The gloves. Right, yes, that made sense. But was it some sort of phobia, perhaps? A symptom of an extreme obsessive compulsive disorder? Unless it was part of the disguise. Feigning that sort of thing proved a useful distraction for those who might otherwise suspect something amiss. So who was this other self? 

Even more curious was the nature of their interaction. A kiss. But not just any kiss – a pitiful excuse for a peck, almost as if it were spurred on by some unnatural force, carried through with the utmost reluctance and hesitation. Clearly, this false detective had little, if any, experience in physical affection, nor the inclination for it.

But then again… that may be just the sort of thing that a person might want him to believe in order to mislead his deduction. Hakuba took in a slow, measured breath and let it out while he counted the seconds to himself in his head. Really, despite the various theories that had begun to surface, he felt no more confident in reaching a conclusion than he had fifteen seconds ago, and the longer he delayed, the lower his chances of reaching a satisfying resolution. 

He would have to, therefore, bluff in order to buy himself some time and, with any luck, probe additional information from his assailant. 

"Well, then,” he said, lips tilting into a lopsided smirk. “I would assume that you were Kaitou Kid in another one of his ridiculous disguises, but you certainly don’t kiss the way that he does.” Hakuba chuckled, shoulders shrugging in amusement. “So who, may I ask, are you, and whoever taught you how to kiss that way~?”

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“Hakuba.” He said camly and bit back the emotion writhing in his stomach. “What makes you think I have planned anything of the sort?” Perfectly formed innocence made his voice sing playful. 

“…well, to be honest, it’s because you usually have some sort of scheme under that wild hair of yours, and I don’t think that I’d like to be caught in its wake.” Hakuba frowned, red flags lifting here and there in the back of his mind. Something about the way that Kaito smiled made the hair on the back of his neck stand straight up. 

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RP Cheat Sheet

((Reblogging this again for any newbies who might like it!))

Look, guys! I made a thing so that anyone can read/reference this cheat sheet and RP with your character without any other previous knowledge. Bonus points for linking to it from your blog’s page to make it easily accessible. Extra bonus points for tagging it ‘rp cheat sheet’ to add to the collection!

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It was amusing how Hakuba instantly took to a somehow defensive attitude, openly showing his scepticism. Kaito kept on smiling, neither hiding that he was expecting such a reply.

“Maybe I’m bored of the sometimes subtle and sometimes less subtle rivalry we’ve been having since you joined our class. You do behave a little aloof in general and it really annoys me to be accused as KID, but I actually think that there’s a nice guy behind all that behaviour. You keep informing me about that German illusionist as if he is dangerous and I should know what he does. I know you’re sending it because you think I’m KID and you’re trying to warn KID. But that proves it even more, you’re warning a criminal to watch out, you care for people.”

Agrin flashed across his face. “And yes, I’m well aware that I called KID a criminal. I know stealing is against the law. Doesn’t make him less cool though. He’s never hurt anyone and his magic is good.”

Were it not for the final sentiment in Kaito’s response, Hakuba might have found the entire exchange all too pleasant. This would have been suspicious, which would have given the poor detective far more work to do in order to maintain the conversation. Fortunately, with the additive about Kid, Hakuba relaxed. It was still Kuroba Kaito, and yes, he was still an ass.

But, for the moment, an amiable one.

“Well. It is true that I do care for people, and while you could make the claim that Kaitou Kid is something of an unusual commodity, I wouldn’t go as far as to say that he’s ‘cool.’ Granted, in my position, it’s a little difficult to avoid bias, but… that is just how it goes, I suppose.”

The blond shrugged his shoulders, attempting to convey a posture of casual nonchalance. He didn’t particularly enjoy being analyzed, let alone by one of his classmates, and especially not when quite so accurate.  

“Regardless of all that, though… you wish for us to become friends, then?” It baffled him, but on the whole, he was… oddly pleased at the idea.

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☣ :Character my muse respects greatly.

There are many people that Hakuba respects, but one in particular is little Edogawa Conan, whom he believes has great talent and potential. It’s difficult to say whether Hakuba suspects that Conan might be more than just an unusually intelligent boy or not, but even if he does… the next person on the top of his list would be Kudou Shinichi, anyway. 

…this may lead to awkwardness at some point when Hakuba learns that his kouhai is also his senpai, but eh. 

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The thief quietly opened the window and stepped down into the room, not surprised to find the other asleep. He’d come a lot later than he’d intended, after all. The lack of clothes did cause a blush to rise up, much as he tried to fight it. Kid gave a brief thought to leaving and coming back another night… which he might still follow through with. But for the now, he simply walked to the bed and pulled the covers over the sleeping detective, then took a few steps back and smiled softly.

It was the lack of cold that woke the detective, who rolled over sleepily at the sudden presence of warmth. “Mm…?” Hakuba asked of the dark, vision slowly coming into focus after blinking, then stifled a yawn.

He’d spent most of the night running, as he often did during Kaitou Kid heists, but it was the waiting up afterward that had really sapped the energy from him. It was so difficult to wait and worry, wondering if he’d receive any word that his friend and classmate had made it back safely. Even after having his safety confirmed, there was always that little chance that he might come to pay him a visit… 

…but on nights like this, when the moon dipped behind the cityscape, Hakuba admitted defeat, showered, and crawled into bed. After all, the lack of visitors meant that he could dry off and sleep at the same time, without worry for modesty or the secret of the scars that marred his back.

So it was a surprise to find Kid there, smiling, body framed by the evening light in the window. He managed a smile in return, lifting a hand to rub the sleep from his eyes, and carefully pushed up onto his elbows while staying covered.

“Still alive, I see…” Hakuba said, voice soft. “I waited for you." 

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It had taken him two days, which considering the people behind it were good at covering their track, this was good. Hattori’s katana was grasped tightly in his hands as he slowly made his way through the house, clearing each room as quietly as possible. Finally he’d reach the last room, it was on in the back; a guest room. He slowly opened the door, Katana raised, ready for attack but nearly fell out of his hands as his eyes fell upon the sight of Hakuba. Naked. Tied up. On a bed.

Although the blood had dried, the patchy brown and crimson streaks remained under his nose, his mouth, and down his throat. Besides the bruises over his form, the worst of the damage appeared to be from the wound on the side of his head, evident by the blood-matted clump of hair.

Just seventeen hours previous, he’d been unconscious from the blow. Now he was just asleep, exhausted by his attempts to escape- which left his wrists raw and bleeding – the exposure, and the lack of water. As such, he didn’t stir when the door opened; only continued each raspy, shallow breath.