What does your character do?
Note to self- (ooc)
((Must make powerpoint illustrating evidence to prove that Hakuba is not actually an arrogant asshat. Focus on pretty screencaps (particularly those honey eyes)))
((Also, make graphic illustrating fact that Suoh Tamaki + Oototi Kyoya = Hakuba Saguru.))
ur super cute wowwie how do you be so cute
“It’s really quite simple, my darling… I was just born this way.”
Reblog if it’s okay to anonymously flirt with you right, friggin, now.
Amaterasu took the cracker in her mouth and ate it, tail still wagging. He was nice, no doubt about it. Sometimes those who carried divine objects weren’t always the most savory and this world was no exception.
She didn’t try grabbing any more crackers, instead looking around. This was a good vantage point, now that she thought about it.
It was, indeed. Once the cracker was eaten, Hakuba turned back to his briefcase and pulled out a large file folder of documents. He settled back on the rock, peripheral focus on the wolf, and got himself situated.
“Nice afternoon, isn’t it?” he asked of the wolf. “I wonder when the rains will start to come again. It rains most days in London, at least a little bit."
The detective took a cracker for himself, holding it in his teeth as he set another out on the very edge of the rock for her.
~*~ Hakuba Mind Theater ~*~ Episode 1
Hate Date in Osaka
“Oi, oi, I didn’t mean it like that. S’just that yer usually insultin’ me. S’weird ta hear ya offer ta pay fer lunch.” Oh, but it seemed that pompous attitude had returned, if only slightly. It probably said something about him that he preferred that high-and-mighty attitude to what looked to be a forced display of polite conventions.
“Ya won’t be able ta find it without a guide, yanno. An’ I’m sure it’s closer than whatever cafe ya wanted ta eat at.” He stuck his hands in his pockets and turned away a bit, attempting to look disinterested. “Buuuut if ya really wanna miss out on some’a th’ best food Osaka has t’ offer…"
Hakuba stopped mid-step, considering. With his back to Heiji, he allowed himself to scowl at the ground til the count of five before he relaxed his rigid posture and put on that neutral facade he usually wore.
Heiji had sort of apologized. At least almost. And he was right about the foreign detective being lost. Reluctantly, he turned to face Heiji, unable to hide the dry expression that came unbidden in response to the crooning Osakan trying to tempt him.
He let out a measured sigh. Then shrugged as if everything had just been in good humor. “Well, I can’t very well turn down something like that. I would hate to miss out on how great Osaka is or whatever. And if it’s weird, you’re welcome to pay for your own. Whichever suits your fancy, Hattori-san. I wouldn’t want to offend or impose.”
Inward huff.
A “Talk”
“Saguru, could you come here for a moment?”
“Yes, Papa?”
“We’re not French, Saguru. It’s ‘tousan,’ ‘dad,’ or ‘sir.’”
“Ah right… Dad..”
“I’ve been getting a few comments lately about your investigations around the office…”
Shit. “Oh?”
“Please close the door. …Thank you. Yes, comments about the level of detail in… well, in the… How shall I put this?”
“I’m not sure. Am I in trouble..?”
“No, no… Nothing like that. It’s just that a couple of the staff have raised concerns…”
“Concerns about what?”
“That you might be taking things a little too… seriously. Now, now, Saguru, don’t make that face. They’re worried that you’re working too hard. That you’re wasting your time pulling up records that you don’t really need…”
“They have no idea what my investigations are. The information I pull is always strictly necessary.”
A heavy sigh from the senior Hakuba. “Their not knowing is part of the problem, Saguru. I give you a lot of freedom and a lot more unrestricted access to things than I really should, but I do it because I trust you and I don’t want you to be hindered. Especially with the language barrier, I-”
“I’m getting better, Dad. I’m working very hard.”
“I know you are. I know. I can see it in your face. You look tired, son.”
“…I’m fine.”
“Look, I just want you to relax for a while. Lay off all of the research and cut back on your cases. Exams are coming up, aren’t they? Some term thing?”
“I’ll be fine.”
“Well, your friends, then.”
“I don’t have any.”
“You certainly seem interested in the lives of your classmates, or so I’ve been told.”
“I… just want to be prepared.”
“Stop it. Just lay off. You remember the conversation we had about the Kuroba boy?”
“Yes.”
“Take a break. Get some air. You’re going to ruin your eyes pouring over that paperwork at all hours of the night and day.”
“I don’t think that’s necessarily true.”
“…Saguru.”
“Yes, sir?”
“Do as you’re told. I don’t want to hear any more ‘comments.’ You’re excused.”
“Yes, sir."
Hate Date in Osaka
“Not jus’ food. I know all th’ best places ta go here. Just ask Kudo! Er, if ya see ‘im, that is.” It was pretty neat, that the detective was praising him instead of putting him down and calling him ‘childish.’
…Wait a second.
Heiji blinked in confusion. Hakuba wasn’t just being polite, he was also offering to pay for lunch? Suspicious…
He leaned in, scrutinizing the other detective. “Oi, are ya okay? Yer bein’…nice.“ Not that that was a bad thing, but considering the terms they had last left on, and Hakuba’s constant criticisms of him, he found it pretty strange of the Brit.
"Ah… I’m… usually nice, Hattori-san.” Hakuba frowned. “Most people find my company to be quite agreeable. If, ah, that’s not…"
It was difficult to control his temper. How could he be expected to stay calm with insinuations like that?
"All you have to say is no. I appreciate your help.” Huff.
He turned to leave, at least in the direction of where the train station was.
Vampire-like too?? It’s almost like you’re really undead and therefore at least twice more attractive!
But I’m very sorry! All evidence points towards you being 0% corpse, therefore you’re not at all my type! I’m not sure if this type of relationship will work between us, Sa-chan!
“…Wait, what am I doing out here? What’s with this knife? What are you talking about?”