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airiban: アミリ I keep accidentally saving art of my colleague into my ‘Detective Conan’ folder… yet some how I never bother to correct it. I suppose I enjoy her company so much that I think of her as being from my series.
Why do you even own a gun…
“I’m the son of the Superintendent General, the number one ranking officer in Japan. I was issued a firearm (after all proper testing and paperwork) in order to protect myself and others in appropriate situations. From time to time, my work with the police force requires it, though I’ve (fortunately) never had to use it in the line of duty. I hope to never have to.”
“Earlier today I pulled a gun on two of my friends in an attempt to scare them. The gun wasn’t loaded; it was completely empty. Regardless, I did have a firearm on my person without the proper permit, and I did aim it at a person in a threatening manner. While it was supposed to be a joke, it was improper, inappropriate, and illegal.
"I’ve been thinking about it all day and I am deeply ashamed of my gross misconduct, and would like to offer everyone an apology. I’m very sorry that I allowed myself to do something so irrational and brutish.
"Please do not use my actions as an example of what is appropriate. Guns are not toys, they are weapons. They should be used for protection and defense, not jokes. Not to make a point.
"I never thought that I would have to be making one of these speeches but, again, no one is infallible… I only hope that you’re all able to forgive me, in time, and trust that I will not repeat this mistake.
"And to the two individuals in particular who were involved: please, please accept my sincerest apology for my actions earlier today. If there’s anything that I can do to set it right, do let me know.
"Thank you.”
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((ooc: for the record, the real reason why he used a gun was because I have 2 icons for it and I thought it would be funny and shocking… which it was! and certainly worked as a the requested ‘intervention’ – but now Hakuba has a complex over it. Oops. He would never do this in character/in serial rp, just fyi.))
“That’s a bit personal, isn’t it? No, I do not take any medications. The occasional pain reliever as is needed, but nothing prescribed."
“Once, in a little village just outside of London, a woman had me come to investigate a case with her cat. It was a long-haired white Persian with one of the most distinctive — and annoying — meows that I’ve ever heard. Anyway, she called me in tears because someone had dyed her cat a striking, electric blue color.
"And this wasn’t the first time it had happened, either. Before it had been purple, a month before that it had been a ghastly green. The woman showed me her old (recycled) calendar to point out the dates, and begged me to help her, claiming that her heart couldn’t take it any more.
"So look into it I did, met the cat, spoke to the neighbors, took down information, snapped several photographs, and bid my farewell, saying that I would return in a handful of weeks. The woman, confused, told me that she was so disappointed in her hopeful Holmes, but ultimately decided to trust me.
"During the three or so weeks that I was back in town, I consulted with local vets and animal behaviorists, and returned as promised to find the cat brilliant shade of crimson. With the woman’s permission (after a full disclosure, though she was reluctant to agree), I whisked the cat away to the veterinarian and had her fixed.
"It seems that the neighbors had grown tired of the cat’s calls while she was in heat, particularly as she would scale the walls and prowl through their gardens and howl. The woman, sweet old bag that she was, had lost a great deal of her hearing in her age, and hadn’t noticed… nor paid any mind to the complaints. They had, as it happened, fallen upon (nearly) deaf ears.
"Once the cat recovered, the dyeing ceased, and the cat remained a brilliant white – and is still is to this day. They had only used flavor-aid packets for temporary color, anyway, and the cat was just fine, which is why the woman didn’t bother pressing charges. In fact, she apologized to everyone on the block and had me deliver cookies from the local bakery as an olive branch.
"Not one of the most dangerous cases, I must say, but very strange indeed. I almost felt like I was more a James Herriot than a Sherlock Holmes, which was a treat in and of itself!"
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Karin stepped lightly across the floor of her now-empty shop, closed early for the convenience of her employees. It wouldn’t be fair to leave them to run the place while she went off to have fun on a date, so she decided just to pay them for the four hours they’d be missing and let them go home. From the looks of things, she’d just been voted boss of the year.
She’d just finished wiping the tables off, having procrastinated on hiring a janitorial service for so long that she’d become accustomed to doing it herself. It was relaxing, the simple chores it took to run a bakery. So she didn’t stop. A few moments later, she reached the counter and half a minute after that the eclairs she was going to give to her friend were wrapped neatly and sitting on the marbled granite as she sat and waited for Hakuba to arrive.
It was promptly 17:59:32 when Hakuba arrived at the bakery, bringing with him a bouquet of pink roses and that charming smile of his. Honestly, he wasn’t used to dating; not in Japan anyway, and never so casually. But after the stern words of his mother and having met so many interesting people as of late, it seemed like a very fine idea.
Besides, perhaps it would help him remove some vices with a little more of his time occupied with more savory company. Karin, even for as few times as they’d interacted, was a kind soul and had been nothing but a sweetheart to him. And after the drunk texting, well, he owed it to her.
He stopped in front of the bakery door and peeked inside, wondering if he should knock or just come in. Any further delays and he’d be late, and that wouldn’t do, so he tried the door to let himself in.
[sms] it’s just quicker sometimes yanno
[sms] ya Edokko just talk and type too slowly
[sms] call me colleague more to my face and I’ll think of deletin’ these
[text] Oh, do you actually like being referred to as colleague? I’ll keep that in mind. I’ve been telling everyone else that you are, at least… I’ll be sure to keep that up in person.
[text] My apologies for not making that clear earlier.
[text] Good, then. What would you like for dinner? Is there anything you should refrain from eating?
[text] And of course I would visit, my dear detective. I believe you would find me at your door soon after I get our dinner.
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[text] You’re always very good company, anyways.
[text] Anything is fine, really… whatever you like most. I’m just recovering from an automobile accident, so there are no real dietary restrictions. Concussion, bruising, that sort of thing. I just need to rest.
[text] Thank you… I’ll see you soon.
[sms] nah, yer good. wouldn’t mind if ya called me ‘senpai’ tho
[sms] actually that seems like a great idea
[sms] call me Hattori-senpai and I might just delete those messages
[text] That is never happening. Also, do you need to carry your accent on even into your typing? I’m absolutely astonished that you type that way intentionally.
[text] Please don’t blackmail me.
[text] I refuse to call you senpai, but I will refer to you as my colleague. As I have done for years.