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Mysterious Texts

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Two mysterious text messages, neither with a traceable number. One at 07:45:22 am, the other at 16:55:19pm. Procedure would dictate that he should contact the police – perhaps his father? – to ask for advice and leave it in the hands of the authorities. But the first text had referred to him by a code name that he had been called before.

An object of interest.

Good luck. 

KID wouldn’t have sent that kind of a message, would he? He did love his riddles, but it was decidedly different than his usual tone and charm. No, there was nothing really poetic about it, and that particular nickname typically referred to his workings as a gentleman detective on the board.  But that could have been coincidental entirely… what with his surname, his heritage, and his usual conduct…

Hakuba took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. They were calling him out personally. It could be a test, a clue, or even a gift. Hell, he’d received stranger notes from secret admirers… and he definitely didn’t want to involve his father and the rest of the force if that were the case. 

All this considered, he transferred screen captures of the messages to his database, wrote his theories, and saved it for the future. In case something should happen. Then, he took his car, and his camera, to the train station as specified… and proceeded to document the hell out of everything. Including everything that he found in the trash.

Odd looks or not, no one could accuse him of not being a professional, nosy detective about it. 

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Shipping Compatibility ((ooc))

Muse/mun would like to compile a handy reference list of characters and our thoughts on romantic compatibility. Please send in asks with characters that you’d like to see mentioned! Try to stick to Detective Conan/Magic Kaito, though crossovers and OCs are allowed (esp if we have played together before). It will be fun and potentially unearth many hidden secrets about our resident most awkward detective. 8)

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DATE-O START! || akaikujixyaku

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Plans were made and argued over, then finally settled with evening tea. Early morning found Hakuba calling around to make reservations, track down information, and ensure that all of said hard-won plans would not go to waste because of a simple oversight. In many ways, planning this evening excursion was a lot like working on one of his case files. The major differences being that one was geared toward entertainment and the other resulted in a paycheck. 

Regardless, with plans safely made and suit freshly pressed, Saguru Hakuba ignored his mother’s well-wishes of ‘good luck,’ ‘have fun,’ ‘make good choices,’ and ‘tell me EVERYTHING when you get home’, and got into his car. Then he checked to make sure that he had everything he’d meant to have packed. Which he did. And then he checked again. 

Finally, after another completely compulsive check of both his wrist and pocket watch, the romancing detective sped out to the motorway and toward the address that had been emailed to him previously. 

if he’d been honest with himself, he would admit that he was slightly nervous. Formal outings like this were unusual for him, despite how much flirting and carrying on he routinely did. Actually, the more he thought about it, he couldn’t remember when it was that he’d last gone on an official date. Uhm. Months…? Possibly taking Koizumi-san out before she tore his heart apart? Hm. Awkward…

He grimaced, trying to push back the memory by going over his plans again. It was going to be a good evening for them both, he was determined! Nothing would go wrong because he had planned and organized and checked! It would be perfect! Yes, good! 

All too soon, he arrived at the address with a little bit of time to spare. Which was good, really, because that meant that he could get his camera out, as planned, ready to start taking photos the moment Emi came out of the building. It was part of his design, after all, and a devilish one at that.