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1) Where might one find you on a typical Friday night? 2) What is your method for dealing with hangovers?

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“If I have no cases or heists to attend to, there’s a 50/50 chance that I’ve been dragged to a charity event or benefit auction. High society functions reign on the weekends, and I’m expected to participate. Fortunately, this usually includes ample access to alcohol, which helps get me through the evening. The available company is also sometimes interesting.  Otherwise, I can be found reading, reading, reading at home. Unless I’m in London, in which case, you’ll find me at pub playing billiards and doing what we Brits do best: drinking.”

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“Speaking of which… As many have said now, staying hydrated is the best way to avoid a hangover. Make sure to drink a lot of water, and don’t drink on an empty stomach. Know your limits and don’t push past them. As fun as being drunk sounds, it usually isn’t.”

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“Now, if it’s already too late for that and you are hungover, make sure to get some rest, take some aspirin, drink a lot more water, and try coffee or tomato juice.”

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"Also, I find that it’s quite sobering to try to make some kind of magical hangover cure, because it is often disgusting and will discourage further drinking. Or, well, over drinking, anyway. Good luck!”

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phantom-thief-kid:

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“That sounds like a good idea.” Kaito nodded and got up, heading over to the bathroom. He stopped in the doorway and looked back. “Do you wish to stay the night or will you be on your way?“

"Ah…”  Hakuba blinked, confused, watching Kaito as he left. Until he realized that he was doing so. He looked up at the ceiling, flushed. “Oh… ah… well if it’s an invitation then, ah, I’d like to, certainly… To make sure that you’re doing okay… ah… But I really don’t wish to intrude.”

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Moonlight Visitor

themoonlightthief:

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“A marshmallow?” The thief couldn’t help but laugh, lightly and quietly, at that, despite the flash of embarrassment the question brought back with it. “I suppose I might be. Sometimes.“

He hadn’t forgotten about their previous conversation though, but it seemed Hakuba had no further desire to continue it and as concerned as it really did make him, KID wasn’t about to put further pressure on him.

From the looks of it, that was far from what the detective needed.

So instead, he – a little reluctantly, because as well as he hid it, it was rather embarrassing. In a lot more ways than one – went along with the change in subject, lips quirking into a small, teasing grin. “But a thief is a thief and as much as that was a delivery, I did steal something too, didn’t I?”

Hakuba was greatly relieved that the change in topic had been accepted, and he smirked faintly at the question. “Steal something? I suppose that you did, yes… but I wonder if that’s only because you didn’t ask first.”

The detective wondered briefly if he was tempting fate. It would be so easy for KID to reject even that little tease. But then, the thief had broken into his bedroom in the middle of the night. And, under pretense of a delivery or not, that probably said something. Hakuba wanted to know what.