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themoonlightthief:

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“Not really.” Kaito shrugged. “Not exactly my thing.“

The fact that he was underage wasn’t the main reason. Just the thought of possibly going to a heist or having something unexpected – dangerous – happen the day after he would’ve been drinking, and simply imagining how much slower his reflexes would be…

It was far from an appealing thought.

Besides, who knew what he’d end up blabbering about if he got drunk?

Leaning against the wall, he stuffed his hands into his pockets, gaze flickering towards the duffel bag again and lips quirking into the hint of a teasing smirk as he directed it back towards the detective. “So you brought sleepover stuff. Is that really your way of trying to ruin my evening?”

Not that there was much of anything to ruin anyway though.

“More or less, yes." 

Hakuba wondered how this could not an effective plan. Kaito disliked the detective, the detective liked gathering information and revenge, and this would kill two birds with one stone. Except that he genuinely wanted to be Kuroba’s friend, eventually. 

"Is it… not working? I could interrogate you, I suppose.. Or, ah, accuse you of being sloppy tonight.”

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Hate Date in Osaka

meitanteiosaka:

He was a bit surprised that Hakuba hadn’t even introduced himself. Well, if he wanted to be anti-social, he could be. Maybe he’d introduce him next time. If there was one.

He snerked at Hakuba’s mispronunciation, but sobered quickly when he realized the atmosphere. Katsura-han was giving Hakuba an exasperated look. The restaurant owner then continued to prompt the Brit by asking what kind of okonomiyaki he wanted. He even noticed Katsura’s speech slowing a bit. That…wasn’t good. And the Brit looked near to an anxiety attack.

“If yer jus’ lookin’ ta try it out, I recommend th’ basic,” he said, pointing to a selection on menu, attempting to provide a very belated rescue. Great, now he felt guilty about the way he treated the other detective earlier.

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That pale English complexion took on a bright shade of red as things progressed. Hakuba hadn’t even realized that there were different kinds of okonomiyaki, let alone that he was supposed to pick one. Though, now that he looked at the menu again, it was obvious.

“Ah… right, of course.”

Great. Just… brilliant, really. It didn’t take long at all to make himself look like a complete idiot in front of Hattori and this new associate, did it? There was really only one card to play at that point, loathe as he was to do in front of his detective colleague.

He bowed and offered a formal apology. “Please excuse my ignorance… I am, unfortunately, a foreigner and still have much to learn.”

This was said politely and sincerely… because he really hadn’t meant to make things harder for Katsura in any way. (Also, a little self-deprecation went a long way with the nationalistic types, so it never hurt to try.)

“I’m very sorry for the inconvenience, Katsura-han. I think I’d like to take Hattori-san’s suggestion and get the basic one… if that is all right.”

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phantom-thief-kid:

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“It’s not a dragon this time, not from what I can tell.” He scratched the back of his head. He was not going to explain to Hakuba what he though happened. Hakuba would fret and talking about unknowns was an unwise idea. “Any idea what it is? I’m not sure what it was myself.“

"Some seem to think that it was a big dog… A really, really big dog. Mastiff, maybe? I don’t know. The witness reports were very unclear.”  Hesitation. Fretting. “…Are you okay, Kuroba-kun?”

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Hate Date in Osaka

meitanteiosaka:

Heiji tried to ignore the sarcasm, however much it grated on his nerves. He had already decided to sit with Hakuba through lunch, and even if they devolved into a shouting match, he would still do it, dammit.

True to his word, it didn’t take long at all for them to arrive at the restaurant. “Yo, Katsura-han!“ he greeted the owner. They then proceeded to have a small conversation, during which he failed to introduce Hakuba (let that pompous ass take responsibility fer his own damn self), and ordered finished by ordering his usual. He did make a few recommendations to the other detective, though.

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Hakuba, to his credit, did a good job of hiding how much Heiji’s faux pas hurt. Not being introduced formally was not only insulting between them as colleagues and rivals, but didn’t do anything for his relationship with the restaurant’s owner. At best, he’d come off as anti-social, with Hattori being polite and not introducing him because he didn’t want to talk to the man. Which wasn’t true. Further, he was clearly with Hattori since they’d come in together and had exchanged words, so not being introduced made him look lesser. Like a child or pet. Not worth it. 

Still, as to not offend the owner or make anyone uncomfortable by openly bringing up Hattori’s insult, the foreign detective simply remained neutral. When he had his turn to speak and order, he nodded politely and looked over the menu card while Heiji gave his recommendations.

Damn, so much kanji…

The half-brit could read most of it just fine. He’d been reading and speaking Japanese along side English since he was very young, but trying to order in an unfamiliar restaurant, with unfamiliar food, under pressure, made it a little harder than it should have been. And he had to do it fast, less Hattori decide that Hakuba was somehow weak for not immediately knowing what he wanted.

"Ah, I’ll… try the, ah…”  Where was it? The thing that Hattori had gone on about? God, his eyes hurt. “The, ah, okinam…" Shit.  ”The okonomiyaki, please.“  

Hakuba winced. Hopefully, Heiji wouldn’t say anything. Hopefully, he also wouldn’t know the faint blush of heated embarrassment on his face. Going to lunch with Hattori Heiji had been a very, very bad idea. 

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Hakaito at last? Kiduba??? SHIPPING NAMES??

meitanteiosaka:

“Yanno, I think he mighta.” No, not at all. But he wanted to get the best reaction from Hakuba possible. Not just for that favor, but for his records as well. “An’ yanno, goin’ after gems with mysterious legends attached ta ‘em, s’not impossible ta run across one that does somethin’ like that, yeah?“

"Ah… you… …. you don’t… say…”

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Hakaito at last? Kiduba??? SHIPPING NAMES??

meitanteiosaka replied to your post: CONGRATULATIONS ON THE BABY WITH KID~

“Naww, ‘course it’s true! Lemme know when ya start plannin’ names, I could give ya a few ideas!”

“God, no. Even if it were true, there is no way I would let you help pick out names. I’m not sure what KID has been telling you, but…”

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“…He didn’t mention anything about spells to you, did he?”

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CONGRATULATIONS ON THE BABY WITH KID~

“It’s… just a joke. There’s… not really…" 
meitanteiosaka replied to your post: "Oi, Hakuba. Congratulations! Heard from Kid that yer th’ father’a his kid. When’s th’ baby shower planned?” *hits record on his phone*

“Ah, he jus’ told me that he was pregnant. Was easy to figure out it was ya.” *pulls out gift of alcohol-filled chocolates* “When’s the formal announcement?“

"You… actually brought a gift? You actually brought a gift. You.” Temple rub. “There’s… It’s not actually true, Hattori-san. KID is just messing with you." 

I think. 

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For the Love of a Painting || kaitouxjeanne

kaitouxjeanne:

Stepping out of the car was another young woman in her finery. However, the exact nature of her clothes would make her the most eye-catching of the evening. If the blonde was an elegant lily in white the evening before, she was a luscious rose tonight. Wine red covered a slim figure that was all sleek muscle, though it left areas to the imagination. The dressmaker had created an evening gown that would emphasize her small waist and generous chest. Furthermore, her slender back would be shown with the backless feature of the dress. Tasteful jewelry and sultry makeup completed the effect.

Excellent, she was aiming for that effect. Eyes would follow her, some with captivated stares, some with jealous glares, and some with disapproving sniffs. But eyes would be following her. And she knew that the young detective from last night would not fail to miss her, as observant he was. Her movements would be noted even more so than usual and here her calculations would bear fruit. Charming her way around the men, perhaps with more drink than she should, she’d leave the function early. Perhaps with a man she’d get drunk enough to forget the rest of night. Her alibi would be made and any unpleasant attention the detective might throw upon her would subside.

Stepping out of the car, she made her way gracefully with ease to the greeting party of the event. Hm? I’d expect the perceptive one to be here coolly sizing up every guest while participating in the pleasantries. Finishing with her greetings, she was immediately surrounded by a mix of her admirers and friends who wanted to commend her on her appearance for the night. As she exchanged hellos and flirty remarks with skill from experience, Jeanne scanned the room for the second-to-most troublesome guest of the evening. The demon being the most annoying, of course. 

Ah, there. He seemed to be.. retrieving drinks? Not in the most gracious way either, judging by his less than pleased expression. It also seemed he lost the Sherlock getup for tonight. Along with other ladies in the room, the thief eyed him with appreciation. Sherlock-chan seems to have come out to play with the other kids.

Good manners, good looks, good style, and obviously, good breeding — it seemed the detective would receive a high score from any of the women of high standards and indeed, most women in general.

Amidst her group, she watched him with a champagne flute at her lips. After completing his task, he glanced around, seemingly looking for someone. Finally, eye contact. Butterscotch eyes met violet ones.

A devilish smile to match her appearance, she raised the flute slowly in a toast to Hakuba in greeting.

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Game start.

Hakuba, who had no glass to raise, instead dipped his head in greeting, smile returning to his face. It surprised even him, how the tired, negative emotions melted away a the sight of her. Beautiful, of course, with stunning gown and that irresistible mystery. Really, if he didn’t know better, he’d almost suspect that she were KID in disguise… but that would be a lot of extra work to go through just to mess with him. Er, or steal a painting. Not that she was here to do… 

The detective, momentarily flustered, turned back to speak to his client briefly before stepping away and through the crowded hall toward Jeanne. Yes, he was working, but he could certainly enjoy himself, too. After all, mingling with the guests – as he’d done the previous night – was likely the best possible way to catch a thief here. And it helped, after all, without the detective costume, he was much more… sneaky.

He made his way to Jeanne and offered her another bow, this time appropriate for their attire and station.

“Good evening, Miss d’Arc. It’s a pleasure to see you again.:

Those butterscotch eyes did all they could to hold her gaze as he straightened up, sizing her up not by physical attributes but by how well she took his scrutinizing eye.