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Headaches and Alcohol || osakansax

osakansax:

“Yes. To both. Not to worry. At most, police won’t start looking until the morning.”

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He’d forgive the sluggish state of his half-british assistant (was that the proper word for someone who was helping you make sure the files on the crimes you committed were somewhat erroneous instead of pristinely so?) though, admittedly, his gaze wandered elsewhere in some odd paranoia that he was being watched throughout this assignment—a common feeling, a constant reminder of the presence his so-called benefactors had, but harrying nonetheless. "Let’s get a move-on… after a check-up, I suppose drink may better dull the throb in your head compared to a re-assurance from a nurse…”

“Oh God, yes," Hakuba said with a sigh of relief. "I could really use a stiff drink. Honestly, I’m probably fine… just a bit of a…” the detective swallowed as the world around him wobbled some, but it cleared when he forced an even breath. 

“Hospital. Drink. Forget all about the fact that you’ve just… well, committed a very serious crime nearby. Perfect. Are you buying, at least?" 

….fortunately for all involved, the foreign detective was much quieter on the walk to the hospital. The pain kept him somewhat sedated, with all of his concentration focused on keeping his feet moving and ignoring the nausea of his stomach turning. These were relieved shortly after their arrival, however; head wounds and others that were actively bleeding had the favor of skipping ahead in the queue, And although it was strongly recommended that Hakuba stay in the hospital for observation, he insisted that he would be fine under Hattori Heiji’s care – after all, they were "on a case,” and they both had been trained in watching this sort of thing. 

Reluctantly, the hospital staff had no choice but to let them leave only an hour and a half later. They couldn’t force him to stay in a bed, and they’d already heard just how stubborn the pair of them were individually, and didn’t want to put up with them as a team. 

With head bandaged and painkillers administered, Hakuba left the hospital walking with a much clearer head. He glanced toward Janus, careful not to move his head too quickly, and smirked.

“How far away from the hospital do we need to be before I can remove these, do you think?” he asked, gesturing to the white bandages. 

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olive-the-olive: wait isn’t there a part missing from this? or was that not even in the anime and i totally forgot? you know, the other questions he bombards nakamori with? Oh, no, he totally asked more questions. A lot more questions. I didn’t include them in the photoset for comedic effect. 8D 

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“You would not believe just how frustrating it is to be forced to work with a men of authority who are, rather unfortunately, completely incompetent. Unfortunately, due to his position, I have no choice. Even when he persists in patronizing comments and refusal to listen to my advice, which he requested in the first place.”

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A Tale of Rifles and Silver Bullets

okiya-subaru:

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A knock at the door woke him from his half-sleep. He got up and opened it to find Hakuba at the door. Grabbing the tub, he walked in and gestured for Hakuba to follow. Now to determine this matter for the moment at hand… He set it down in the kitchen and headed back to Hakuba.

“Open your mouth.” He was being gruff, but he wasn’t the most pleasant person when he just woke up. It took a bit for the niceties and politeness to work their way into his act.

“Pardon?” Hakuba asked, surprised at the blunt question, particularly after going through all of that effort on his errand. He frowned, wondering why in the world Subaru-san would even want- “Oh, to check my teeth?" 

The detective did as was requested, revealing nothing more than a normal – but very clean, healthy, and well maintained! – set of human teeth. Although he still considered this rude, at least it didn’t seem to be anything underhanded.

"By all accounts,” he said nervously after a moment, “I feel fairly normal. Just tired. Which, really, is likewise normal. We should get the blood packs in the freezer, however. I would be ashamed if any spoiled from simple negligence.”  

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[[Club Affair || Closed RP with whiteknighthakuba]]

host-kyoya:

His eyes flitted over the face of the note anew, allowing the inked words to stain his memory much like they had the pristine parchment. 

‘Kyoya,

       I’m afraid the incessantly tired look you have been sporting as of late is most unfitting when compared to your typical demeanor. For that reason, I request your company this evening for a considerably needed (and desired) recess. Do not mind transportation — simply dress yourself in casual attire and await my car. I will arrive at 8:00 sharp.

                                              Sincerely,

                                                         Saguru Hakuba’  

The addressee finally folded the paper, slipping it onto the coffee table for good keeping. The sentiment behind the letter, though charming, had him wondering what exactly that cunning detective had in mind. Perhaps a spa? A film? A glance toward his watch announced the time — 7:15 PM — plenty enough for his preparation. With a soft grunt, Kyoya heaved himself from the couch and tromped up the staircase. Quick shower passed and he stood perplexed before his closet, towel shielding his lower region. Casual…casual…hm. Swiping hanger after hanger down along on the metal rack supporting his clothing, a t-shirt with a simple graphic design caught his eye. He paired the item with jeans and black boots, then examined his appearance. Suitable. The teen passed a comb through dark locks quickly and adjusted the part. Right as he moved to observe the time once more, a faint knock sounded from downstairs. 

After an ultimate glimpse of his appearance, Kyoya descended the stairs. The door stood opened, servant mounted off to the side while the guest of honor settled inside the door frame. Though his expression usually remained a cool barrier in regard to his true emotion, a genuine grin etched its way onto his face. “Hakuba-san,” He called from the bottom step, continuing to speak as he moved across the floor, “I do hope your plans are of interest. For you to be dragging me from my home on a Saturday night when the both of us could be working…tsk tsk,” He reprimanded halfheartedly. 

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“Ah, I know; a most unusual request, particularly coming from me. Rest assured, it should be an interesting evening if nothing else, and perhaps enjoyable if things go according to plan.”

The detective nodded to the servant, but stayed outside, unwilling to delay their departure. This was something that he wasn’t entirely used to, himself- at least as far as instigating went -but at least he had good company for it. Good an mostly willing, no less. The grin on Hakuba’s face faintly lopsided, but genuine, and broke into a chuckle.

“Really, there’s no need to worry.” He tilted his head just so, calming, expression fond. “It’s a pleasure to see you again, Ootori-san. Are you ready to leave?”

He gestured toward the car that he’d parked out front- a cherry-red convertible- and allowed himself a moment to look his companion over. Kyoya had followed his request in casual dress, and that pleased him deeply. The brunet had been well within his rights to deny the request, and Hakuba wouldn’t have objected, not really. But it was a good thing that he had, for the detective had likewise chosen casual clothing for their outing: dark rinse jeans; sandals; charcoal t-shirt bearing a foreign band’s logo; and an opened, short-sleeve canvas jacket. It felt decidedly wrong to not be wearing a suit, but at least the layers helped.

Hakuba offered an approving nod, but said nothing for the moment. Compliments for Ootori-san had to be given when the moment was appropriate, and when they’d had enough time to develop concrete backing.