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Library

kitameguire:

It was a sunny day at the public library in Tokyo. A high school girl with black hair was in the mystery section. She was trying to get a book that she wanted, but it was too high for her to reach. She tried standing on her toes to get the book, but that failed.

“Damn it! Why must the good books always be on the high shelf?”

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“Perhaps so that those who are on the shorter end of the spectrum…” The voice came from behind her, belonging to a young man in suit and tie. He reached up, his own height allowing him reasonably easy reach to to the entire shelf. “..have a chance to meet those on the taller end? Hah. Which book are you looking for, miss…?”

He turned toward her with a smile, waiting for a name and further instruction. 

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meitanteiosaka replied to your post: meitanteiosaka replied to your post: Hey…

“Generally, compliments don’t come with anythin’ negative. Pick one’r th’ other.”

okiya-subaru:

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“Stop fighting, you two.” Unfortunately, he was still a shrimp, so he couldn’t intervene if things got out of hand.

“We weren’t fighting! And it was supposed to be balanced; both the good and the bad. Did anyone actually read my soapbox? I’m beginning to feel like I write essays and articles for an empty audience. I don’t write these detailed reports for my health, you know!”

“Fine, fine; I will spare some time this evening to write a piece on Hattori’s merits. All glowing positives. Perhaps that sooth the savage beast  talented Osakan detective.”

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meitanteiosaka replied to your post: Hey Hakuba-kun! Do you compare your detective skills to Kudo or Hattori?

*folds arms* “Yer reeeeally gratin’ on my nerves, Hakuba.”

“Did you even read the compliments that I offered to you, both in this post and in the aforementioned soapbox discussion? Honestly, Hattori, it’s almost as if you are looking for the negatives and are unwilling to accept the fact that while I am critical, I am also complimentary – when it’s deserved. I’m not going to apologize if you haven’t earned the reassurance that you seek." 

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Hey Hakuba-kun! Do you compare your detective skills to Kudo or Hattori?

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“I think that it’s only natural to compare yourself to your colleagues, particularly in a field as competitive as detective work. Each of us have our strengths and weaknesses, as well as separate contact networks and resources. It’s been rather interesting to see how we stack up as we’ve moved through the same pool of clientele… 

"If you’d like my opinion on the comparison, well… I think that I am somewhere between Kudou-san and Hattori. It would be difficult to best Kudou-san; he’s exceptionally brilliant and perceptive. Very determined. He has the tenacity most lack, and a passion and focus that is unparalleled.

"Hattori on the other hand… while he is, admittedly, very good at what he does, he lacks a certain finesse… And I don’t mean style in this instance, but rather, he doesn’t seem to have forethought and care with what he does. Passion, yes. Procedure and attention to fine details, no. 

"I could launch into a soapbox discussion about the shortcomings of Hattori, but I think I’ll end the discussion here. After all, he is my colleague, and despite how it may appear to some, I do hold a lot of respect for him.” 

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(ooc)

Mmmm so much fresh hatemail in the inbox. Yes, definitely going to write Gluttony and Wrath tonight. Thanks for all of the help and support, you guys! <3 my volunteers have done an excellent job.

Feel free to send more, too. I can always use hate bait for the woobie detective. 😀

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(ooc) CONAN VS KID ((as cats))

I had a dream that I was Hakuba and one of my cats was Conan and he curled up next to me this morning, pouting.
‘What’s the matter?’ I asked, hesitantly petting ‘cause let’s be honest, my cat is not but my Conan (askconan) is kind of a jerk.
He nodded his head toward one of my other cats- the extrovert of the bunch- and said ‘that bastard thief won’t stop calling me a shorty.’
‘To be fair you are fairly short, Conan.’
He glared for another moment, then sighed. ‘Help me come up with insults to call him.’
‘What do you have so far?’ (If you recall, the best he could come up with for Koji was ‘scarecrow,’ and that was after calling him ‘stupid face’ for like a month.)
‘Tall hat guy,’ was his reply.
‘…I don’t think this is going to help your situation in any way.’
‘Oi.’ Defensive snort, pout. Snuggled a little closer. ‘What can you come up with?’
‘I make it my policy not to insult Kaitos.’
‘That’s dumb.’
I shrugged.
He looked unconvinced.
I shrugged again.
Kaitou!cat then approached, eyes beady, dangerous. He had that wicked grin of someone juuuust about ready to cause trouble.
Conan froze. Tense. Waiting.

Kaitou got closer, movements so slow and subtle that it seemed that he was gliding into position. Then he stopped. Crouched. His eyes narrowed in concentration while Conan backed up against me, likewise tense. I felt a sort of dread but for my curiosity could not look away.

The tension was electric. Anxious. 

Kaitou drifted just a tiny bit closer- a false move if anything, then stilled, holding position. This action, though, however small, tensed the smaller cat’s shoulders with so much anxiety that he all but flipped himself over, springing from the bed with a flurry of fur and hissing.

Behind the pounding of claws tearing against carpet in retreat, Conan yowled his parting insult of ‘STUPID… BASTARD… TALL HAT.. GUY!’ 

This left Kaitou to sit up, nonchalant and casual as he pleased, regarding the bed for only a moment before jumping up and taking Conan’s place at my side. Once curled, he closed his eyes and sighed, letting the purrs roll from his chest in satisfied amusement. ‘Ah, so warm,’ 

I resumed petting and, subsequently, drifted back to sleep.