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Heiji walks into the room and pauses. “Oi, asshole.” Making sure the stranger’s attention (and gun) is on him and not Hakuba, he grabs a floor lamp as a weapon and swings. Hey, this temporary invincibility turned out pretty handy after all.

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“Ah! Ha-Hattori-san!”

CRASH. The culprit falls. There’s blood, but the man still seems to be breathing, gun a few feet away. 

“Th-thank you. Ah, I.. hope he’s just unconscious. You really are… vigorous, aren’t you?" 

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Hate Date in Osaka

meitanteiosaka:

Heiji grinned. Victory!

Wait. That would mean he’d have to spend the next hour or so with Hakuba.

…Victory?

He sighed inwardly. Sometimes he really didn’t know when to shut up. Damn his competitive nature. But he had won that not-argument fair and square, and he wasn’t going to back down just because it was Hakuba. So he was going to make sure the Brit had the best damn lunch he’d ever had.

…Dammit.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll pay fer my own, don’t worry.”

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He pointed down a side street before walking in that direction, not bothering to make sure Hakuba was following. If the Brit wanted to leave, that was fine with him. Well, no it wasn’t, and he’d probably yell at him next time he saw him for being rude, but at least he was providing an out. Sort of. “S’a little ways outta th’ way, but it’s closer ta here than the station is.“

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"I’ll trust your judgement, Hattori-san… you do seem to be the expert.”

Sarcasm? Not at all! 

Well. That was interesting. Hakuba considered not following, but it was only a brief, fickle thought. After all, to leave now would be a fairly serious offense. Superintendent General Hakuba’s son versus the Superintendent Supervisor Hattori’s son. A scandal in the making.

Actually, it struck the half-brit then that it was somewhat odd that the two hadn’t been forcefully paired together before. Surely, there was the distance to be considered, but a friendship between them could be a very powerful statement, PR included. 

Hm.

He followed after Heiji silently, letting the Osakan lead the way. 

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phantom-thief-kid:

“So you do care!” He let himself grin for a bit.

“…In all seriousness, I’m not exactly sure what happened myself and what I can piece together is weird. Also, were there any odd creature or supposed monster sightings reported by anyone last night?” Might as well get that question out of the way. It was bothering him, because that waking up thing reminded him of American werewolf movies.

“O-of COURSE I care! God, Kuroba-kun…" 

Hakuba might have hung up at that point in a fit of annoyance, but when KID shifted gears, he huffed and listened instead.

"Creature… or monster sightings? I know an officer earlier was complaining about getting reports about something that was seen, but there haven’t really been details. …Don’t tell me that it’s that dragon again.”

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themoonlightthief:

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Aah, so much for that.

Spoilsport.

Lowering his hand, Kaito let out a quiet huff of annoyance and reluctantly followed after Hakuba, crossed his arms and watched the detective as he glanced around the living room. “Yeah, they do. Non-alcoholic though.“

He paused. Then motioned towards the duffel bag. “Are you planning on staying the entire night or something?”

Regarding the duffel, the detective shrugged his shoulders. “Ah, I.. well. I’m not going to make any presumptions. I just like to be prepared.”

Awkward.

“But, ah, rootbeer! Of course it’s non-alcoholic… Just like ginger beer, if I’m not mistaken.” Hakuba looked thoughtful at that, considering what he knew about the various types of beer that were not, as previously mentioned, fermented. “Applebeer, too. You don’t drink anyway, do you?”

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