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Hattori-san, that little stick isn’t going to do us any good at all!
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Yes, I see that he’s wearing a tie, but when I see Amuro-san, the first thing I think of is tennis shorts! I’m so sorry, Amuro-san. I love playing with you on the weekends. And not just because of your very, very fine legs.
Work (OOC)
I’ve been called into work for an emergency, so will be leaving soon to take care of that. As such, I won’t really be around this afternoon/evening until late tonight, I imagine… While I imagine that I’ll be able to like posts and leave comments (and the occasional ask), I can’t do much else until I am home again! Sincerest apologies. (Which is unfortunate because I’m apparently very much in a Hakuba mood!)
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What I will do before i begin that commute, however, is post a snippet from an RP with Kaitobird as a sort of “flavor” post, and a photoset of nerdosity.
Thank you~
The Cat, Manager
where does “j” come from in s.j. hakuba, saguru-chan???
“Ah, my dear reader, I’m glad that you’ve asked. The J stands for James, which is my middle name. My mum wanted me to have a good, strong Christian name, while my father desired a more traditional Japanese name. In the end, they compromised on my name as it is now… which has been very useful during my travels overseas when I wish to go by a more localized moniker. Most of my mates in London know me as James Hakuba, for example, not Saguru.”
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((Note from the Mun: His middle name has helped him avoid a lot of teasing, too. I mean really can you just see British kids calling him variations of ‘Saggy Roo’? How horrible is that? Hakuba would be loathe to admit this, however. But, this is also why he prefers to be called ‘Hakuba’ above any other name, even with very close friends.
You can read more about this and other headcanon items by going here, as well: http://whiteknighthakuba.tumblr.com/headcanon 😀 ))
Rain, Rain, Go Away
whiteknighthakuba started following you
Of all things, she just had to get stuck in the rain when she wasn’t at her hundred percent. Having just finished one of the jobs she was given, the idea of relaxing at home in front of a lit fireplace sounded like heaven. Getting caught in the middle of a torrent of water wasn’t exactly what she wanted to deal with as using her abilities in front of the humans would only bring unnecessary attention.
More than anything, the lack of heat in the immediate area only caused her healing to slow. She should have been more careful, retaliation from the target was supposed to be expected. Retaliation from the target in the form of a young non-human wasn’t exactly common though, which caused the injury on her side. It wasn’t too bad, stealing the heat from the immediate area as she walked home had healed it somewhat. Though she was stuck at a standstill as she took shelter under an awning.
At the very least, the jacket she wore hid the injury from prying eyes. Hopefully, she could be on her way soon and be away from the humans. Truly, the privacy of her home and not needing to think of keeping a human-acceptable form would help her heal much faster. She resolved to wait for another five minutes. If the rain hadn’t stopped by then, she would just have to grit her teeth and deal with being drenched.
It was truly dreadful weather to be outside, much less stranded. And while Hakuba had managed to forget his jacket and umbrella, he at least had his car. Top up, the detective made his way through the veritable curtains of rain and cold, driving much less quickly than he would have preferred. But, alas, with the roads in this condition, there wasn’t much else of a choice.
This, however, presented the potentially positive opportunity to assist someone. Had he been going any faster, he might not have seen the girl in the awning. As it was, he wasn’t entirely sure if she really was there or if it had been his imagination. Nevertheless, he slowed his vehicle and came to a stop just a few yards past the girl.
While the idea of leaping from the car to fetch the girl had been somewhat appealing for a few reasons, Hakuba decided it much safer to call from the window, which he leaned over to call to her.
“Ah, excuse me, miss?” Hakuba asked, hoping that his voice reached through the rain. “Do you need a ride?"
He knew that many would not accept the offer from a stranger, but he needed to be sure that he’d done his part and helped if there had been a need.
“Ahahahahaaa okay so I really do actually love sweet loving endearing non-breaky-hearty relationships, I super-duper-swear that up and down the walls, like, most of the outside drabbles I write are just shameless fluff or long-drawn, waxing romances. It just. Didn’t work out that way for you and my baby girl don’t remind me I still feel bad about that sometimes. And er. I use the word ‘flawless’ alot but I don’t mean it in the way that I guess it’s literally meant to be percieved. I meant you’re flawless… as a person. Human nature, in itself, is flawed, so nobody can be ‘perfect’ by definition, but they can be a perfect… character a balanced, and logical, and wonderful creation that I literally wrack myself for something to complain about, but all I find is love for them (however that love manifests itself is dependent on mood).”
"But. Anyways. Yeah, I thought the time thing was kind of. Weirdly sexy. And so finite and unusual that it just became. Really really endearing. Or somethin’ like that, I don’t know.”
“Ohmygoshwillyoureallyswooooonerooniesthankyouabillionyou’rethebest.”
“I certainly will. Every ‘excessive’ and ‘unnecessary’ millisecond will be henceforth dedicated to you. Especially now that you’ve so perfectly explained ‘flawless’ in a way that I can actually agree upon. As I may have mentioned before, I’m a dedicated student to Humanism and the idea that, well… to put it simply, a person doesn’t have to be perfect – in the way that a given society will expect – to be their perfect self.”
“I firmly believe that flaws are just as much an important part as a person’s strengths… that, yes, we should be striving to better ourselves, but only to be our better selves, not to match a blanket guideline that is impossible to achieve. Our individualism is so vastly important to who we are and how we interact with the world. Without it, there would be no beauty. No variety. No… no value in life."
"Dear, me, I’ve gone off an another idealistic soapbox, haven’t I? My apologies, Emi-kun-mun… this is a topic for which I have a great interest and passion. I appreciate, so much, that you and I are seem to be on the same page in that regard, and I will accept your compliments graciously and with great respect to your opinion.”
Set Appointment || a-princely-host
“ N-no I must apologize for my rudeness. I should’ve seen your empty cup sooner.” He let out an elongated sigh, attempting to calm down.
Perhaps male customer weren’t his forte- that could be a big factor as to why he never got them.
“Not to worry, Suoh-sama… It would seem that I’ve managed to distract you as well.” Hakuba shrugged lightly, offering a smile. The false pout hadn’t done anything to inspire confidence, so he switched to another approach.
“To be honest, I’m so used to playing the host that I forgot my role entirely. My apologies, sincerely. If you’d be so kind to fill my cup, Suoh-sama, I would very much appreciate it.” The detective bit his lip again, but this time behind a smile in an attempt to be encouraging. “I really am having a lovely time with you.”
“…my darling, you flatter me. But I did really enjoy that appearance, deerstalker notwithstanding.”“Saguruliostolopolous I don’t think you understand like, I was in love with you before I saw it, because I’d seen the Detective Koushien episode and all, and I’d seen the murder mansion, yada yada, but I mean.”
“That episode. It just cemented every fibre of my being. I can’t make you understand how flawless you were- Sherlock Holmes has been my hero since I could form words, and you show up in a deerstalker and you’re reciting time down to miliseconds I-
uuuuuuugghhhuuuu.”
"It is honestly so refreshing to hear that, my dear. I know that my mun feels similarly, which is why you two get along so famously, I imagine… that and your penchant for breaking hearts in the most painful, joyous ways imaginable. Though, I must confess that I am not ‘flawless,’ as you so generously granted… No one is infallible, not even myself. Perhaps especially not myself. ”
“Ah, wait a moment… you… you enjoyed that I was reciting the times to such a degree? Most everyone else has repeatedly professed that such a thing was excessive and unnecessary, to the point where I have gone to great lengths to force my tongue to still when I get to them, whispering the trailing numbers only to myself. Had I but known…!”
“From now on, when reading numbers to my colleagues, I will silence myself after the second mark and finish the numbers in my head… not to myself, my dearest Emi-kun-mun, but to you."
Kid chuckles lightly at his words, “Nakamori-keibu wont like that much.” He grasps the jewel tightly.
“Well being caught is out of the question.” Kid response, a smirk on his lips. “And I don’t want to leave with out this precious jewel here. And running would just ruin the fun don’t you think?” he laughs to Hakuba. “How about I just disappear? That sounds much more interesting.”
The detective couldn’t resist the urge to roll his eyes, though his smile betrayed his amusement. “Just disappear, my dear thief? Please – I know you’ve got more than enough magic tricks up your sleeve, but you’re not fooling me at all. Hand over the gem and I might let you escape.”
Hakuba twirled the handcuffs on his index finger once, then grasped them firmly, beginning his slow approach.
No, he had no intention of catching Kaitou Kid. Not tonight, anyway. But he knew that the thief loved a good chase and, well, Hakuba supposed that making concessions now and again was a good thing.
“This is your last warning, Kaitou-san!”