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osakansax replied to your post: M!A: Oh /no/, you appear to have bumped your head and as a tragic...

“…Oh dear.” Gentle press of two fingers against vitals. He wasn’t expecting to bump into the halfer on his way from a mission… but, leaving him to die of a possible aneurysm wasn’t exactly optimal.

Hakuba was alive. Plenty alive, really, and the touch against his skin stirred his consciousness. He groaned, sucking in a shuddering breath as he became aware of the bruises forming over his body. Hitting his head had been bad enough, but the stairs… Tumbling down those stairs had left their mark over his ribs, torso, arms – bruises. Whereas, the overhang left a nasty welt against his temple, which bled in a small, but steady stream.

Such a mundane way to get injured, really; not even a good story. Still, the detective opened his eyes and winced at the light, swallowing against the nausea from his spinning vision.

“Eh…?” Another grimace. “God…" 

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M!A: Oh /no/, you appear to have bumped your head and as a tragic side effect, you’ve COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN THE JAPANESE LANGUAGE! My oh my! How tragic! Looks like you’ll be experiencing this amnesia for a whole /day/ before anything feels quite right again!

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The missing vocabulary will be quite the alarming thing to wake up to — when and if that happens. Oh Hakuba; didn’t you know that you’re too tall for a lot of those old Japanese stairwells? 

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Someone has locked their keys in their vehicle. Describe how you might assist them.

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“At least on older model cars, it’s relatively simple to fish for the locking mechanism by pushing the necessary tool (a metal slip – police and security officers usually have these handy, though a coat hanger may do in a pinch) into the door through the window slot. If that doesn’t work, there are several other things that you can do, but that all depends on make/model of the car, insurance policies, available tools, and so on.”

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Love Me

Speaking of roses…

The front step of the Kuroba home seems to have accumulated quite a few. One hundred and forty four, to be precise. Two dozen for each color:  red, orange, yellow, white, pink, and lavender, carefully arranged in that order. Sticking up from them is an envelope marked ‘Kuroba K’ on the outside, in English romaji. Inside is a small, silver key and a folded note, which read:

Kuroba-kun-

  • Lavender- Interest, Enchantment
  • Pink- Gratitude, Appreciation
  • White- Innocence, Sympathy
  • Yellow- Friendship, Joy
  • Orange- Desire, Passion
  • Red- Romance, Love
I’m terribly sorry: I couldn’t resist. Please confirm receipt.

-White Knight

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[kaitobird] He woke up nestled in warm, strong arms. Careful to not wake the detective, he wiggled an arm of his own free to reach up and play with that beautiful blond hair. He brushed it out of Hakuba’s face, gently sticking what he could behind an ear, and lightly running his fingers through it, front to back, following the instinctual urge to preen.

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The gentle movements brought the detective from deep sleep with a lazy smile and a yawn, which he covered with a hand before nestling back down with a deep sigh. He loved the feeling of fingers in his hair.