“I am rather mature for my age… and these suits, well, certainly make me look less teeanger and more young professional, right?”
re: flowers
“Wondering where your flower arrangement is?”
“Well I;d at least thought I’d be of note somehow… since… I know you all and your secrets and have been keeping them quite nicely…”
You really do look older than you really are o_o
“I look… old?”
re: flowers
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“Considering Kudo lived in Hawaii for a while, it’s surprising to me, too. I’ve never been outside of Japan.” He picked up his chopsticks again to eat. It seemed as if Hakuba was indeed more comfortable speaking English. He supposed he could indulge him. It was good practice, too. Not having anyone to talk to would make his skills rusty. And hearing that Hakuba didn’t think him stupid mollified him. Good. He think he might have hated the Brit then, and that wouldn’t have been a good thing, not at all.
“Anyway, what I meant, since I’m not sure you really understood, is that you should stop focusing on what other people want, and do what you want.” He jabbed his chopsticks in Hakuba’s direction. “Look at yourself. You already look happier by speaking the truth, even if that did involve snapping at me.“
Hakuba raised a brow at the chopsticks in his directions, but managed to smirk in response instead of getting annoyed. "I guess it was… nice to be able to speak my mind for once,” he admitted, glancing down at his own food. He picked up the chopsticks again. “I’m sorry for snapping, but that was really quite rude of you. Shocking, really. I understand what you mean about focusing on your own wants, but I’ve never been able to live that way, do that sort of thing.”
He tried the food, starting with a piece of tentacle, and shook his head while he chewed. “This is good.” The foreign detective looked back at Heiji, tilting his head. “Very good, in fact. But that way of living… I’ve got my father’s reputation to think about. I can’t just go around yelling at people for the way they want to treat me just because I’m different. It’d reflect poorly on him and I won’t have that. I just won’t."
He decided not to comment further on Kudou-senpai’s English. Most of the Japanese people that he associated with could technically speak English, but only in the way that cats could type on keyboards.
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“Ya didn’t hear a word I said, didja?” Heiji muttered, switching back to Japanese momentarily.
“Yes, Hakuba, this is my normal speaking voice.” Back to English, even though the Brit seemed slightly distracted at the moment. “Does it surprise you that much that I can speak your language? And that I insist on…what? Speaking my dialect while in Japan?“ He growled, mostly to himself, and set his chopsticks down. “Did you hear me at all? Or did all that just blow over your head? Are you surprised that I’m not as stupid as you think I am?” He was starting to get irritated again.
The irritation was noted. Hakuba frowned, brows knitting in concern and confusion. “No, I listened. Something about you doing your best? Not caring about what anyone else thinks? I don’t know. It was very much you, but, regardless…” In English, the half-brit sounded far more comfortable, natural, and confident. Not that his Japanese was bad, but there was no substitute for his native tongue.
“Hattori-san, I never thought you were stupid. Not even once. I just never knew that you had… such mastery over the English language. I’m genuinely impressed. I don’t even think Kudou-san has quite the grasp that you do, from what I have seen in interviews and reports…"
Then he laughed. "God, I just had no idea.”
Well, it was working a little bit.
Hakuba’s simple presence directly after a heist like that definitely was enough to make the magician feel a hint uneasy. And anxious. Not that the detective actually had any proof that he was KID, but—
…Had he just said he’d been sloppy?
“How could I have been sloppy? I wasn’t even there!” Kaito protested, pushing away from the wall with a far from pleased expression, but before Hakuba could answer, he waved a hand and turned in the direction of the kitchen.
“Y’know what? Don’t answer that. I’m so not in the mood for an argument. …What kinda pizza do you want?”
It was maddening, how Kaito continually avoided the admission that they both knew. But, in this instance, Hakuba decided to let it slide – just for the time being. After all, he was already on very dangerous ground, having walked right into enemy territory without even calling ahead. And Kaito, somehow, had been gracious enough to let him in.
“Ah, anything is fine, really… Something with mushrooms, perhaps?”
Sometimes I sorta wonder just what century you live in o_o;;
“I think we all do…"
Isn’t it old-fashioned to ask if a girl is a witch or not? Kind of rude-ish too D8
“O-oh… my apologies, miss."