“May I ask what Watson Appreciation Day is?
"Why, it’s the day when we talk about how wonderful my pet is, of course!”
Watson is A W E S O M E ~ !
Watson wants to know when it’s going to be WATSON APPRECIATION DAY.
“Soon, my love, soon.”
Watson supposes that answer is adequate – for now.
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((This is my most favorite out of context post thing ever right now.))
When people get a little too chummy with me, I like to call them by the wrong name to let them know I don’t really care about them.
– Byakuya Togami (via the-heir-speaks)
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What a good tactic! I will have to try this against Hattori-san some time!
Send me “Don’t chase the rabbit” and your muse will be shown a random memory from my muse’s past.
Shadows || themoonlightthief / camiechan
It’s dark.
No sound. Nothing to see. And no pain.
Wait.
Why would he be in—
…Oh.
Slowly, fragmented pieces of memories flooded back into his mind – a kiss to the back of his hand, a much too familiar smirk, roses, and then glowing red eyes, burning flesh, can’t breathe, can’t move, overwhelming nausea, thorns, pain—
The touch against his abused throat sent a sharp stab of pain through Kaito’s body and that was all it took to make his eyes snap open again with a sharp gasp, gaze wildly darting around, hazy, unfocused, terrified, before settling on the familiar blonde above him.
He stared.
“Ha—“ A wave of nausea forced him to stop, a shaky hand clamping over his mouth as he rolled onto his side, gagging, eyes clenching shut and teeth biting down on his tongue in an attempt to stop himself from throwing up all over the detective’s floor.
H-how had he—
No, no, no, Hakuba wasn’t supposed to be, couldn’t be—
What if that shadow, that thing, was still…
What if it went after Hakuba too?!
The shadow waited and watched. Eying it’s target as he was lifted into the house and the door was locked. As soon as the two were out of sight the shadow let out a raspy chuckle and slipped under the door, fading into the shadows of the house and moving about silently across the floor and up the walls.
The new party that had intervened intrigued it, something within the memories pulled from the thief was the familiarity of this other person. It fueled the shadow more as it lingered around the two; for once interested in a second target brought on by the desire to engorge itself on more suffering.
Yet for the moment it waited….and watched.
Unaware of the danger and true nature of the panic, the detective settled down on the floor next to Kaito, watching cautiously as he stirred.
"Shh, Kuroba-kun, it’s all right.” Since there was, in fact, a pulse – handy, since he was conscious again, Hakuba moved his hand to the other boy’s shoulder and ran his palm over it. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you. What happened? Shall I call for an ambulance?"
The pain and fear being displayed by the illustrious phantom thief was not something that Hakuba was used to. It scared him, in fact. More than his faintly transparent left hand that had at least maintained corporeal qualities for the time being. He just hoped that Kaito wouldn’t notice.
NaNo plotting
(While Hakuba works on his NaNo outline, he’s making me add a bunch of Selena Gomez to the playlist. Also he’s been figuring out the thief character and I am so in love. Geez. Austin Green, teenage phantom thief extraordinaire… swoon. He’s like a mix of Marshall Lee and Kaito, holy moly. Can’t wait to ‘help’ him write this mofo.)
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megan-x-adventure: Oh god yes. (Hakuba says, knowing that I am playing the game as female!Hakuba, aka Jane.)
A Tale of Rifles and Silver Bullets
“I am not sure about what KID knows, but I doubt Kudou would have told him anything in detail and I didn’t get much of a chance to talk to him. Then there’s Shiho… She was originally a member of the Black Organization, a scientist. I knew her before she became a traitor and ended up shrunken down, much like Kudou. She’s currently next door, going by the name of Ai Haibara.
"On top of that, there is professor Agasa, and both Yuusaku and Yukiko Kudou. Yukiko’s rather nice when she visits. Seems Yuusaku’s usually running from editors, as I haven’t seen him around and Yukiko occasionally talks about it. Those are people who are aware of Kudou and aware of the Black Organization. Aside from Kudou and Shiho, you’re the only one aware that I’m Shuichi, as I intend to make sure only those who need to know are aware of my being alive.”
He frowned slightly. Even then, Shiho deduced it because of his similar language and mannerisms. Hakuba wouldn’t have this knowledge and Kudou set up some of the details of the feigned death. As for the others, they just had to listen to Kudou vouching that he wasn’t Black Organization, because he was still very… shady.
“The FBI agents James Black, Andre Camel, and Jodie Santemillion are aware of the Black Organization and are here to deal with them, but they are unaware of my being alive and unaware of Kudou’s state. They also think I’m dead and they must continue to, otherwise an undercover agent could get killed if things play out a certain way.”
Ah, more information. Nice, concrete details like names, relationships, organizations, occupations. Hakuba could work with this. He stored it all away, taking mental notes as he listened to the tiny bat talk, returning to his tea once he was satisfied with the position of the ice pack on his neck.
“So you’ve even got the FBI on your side; that’s quite interesting, Subaru-san… or Shuichi-san? Which name do you prefer that I call you?"