osakansax:

“… Yeah. I guess ya’re right.”

… He’d warned the damn Brit, though, hadn’t he? So as expected from “the savage Osakan brute,” as Hakuba so well stated, he threw his clenched right hand toward the foreign detective’s face.

Said detective shifted his position to take the hit, but against his cheekbone instead of his eye. Hakuba staggered backward, grimacing, but remained on his feet. Smirking, he lifted a hand to the darkening welt on his face.

“Enjoying your little tantrum, Hattori-san? We can go back to being civilized human beings whenever you’re ready." 

osakansax:

“… Back’ff, ‘Guru, or I’ll touch yer eyeball. With my fist.”

“Ah, as predicted, it didn’t take long for you to resort to threats of violence.  But what else can be expected from the savage Osakan brute?" 

osakansax:

“Oh~? Are ya hidin’ some sort’f secret deafness problem, is that it? Do I need ta repeat that fer ya jus’ a teensy bit louder fer ya, ‘Gurusa~?”

“That… won’t be necessary, Hattori-san. I only asked in the vain hope that you would have the good sense to correct your breach in formality. How foolish of me to think that you had any manners whatsoever." 

osakansax:

“Well, well, well. Look what th’ cat’s dragged in.”

“I beg your pardon – dragged? The only thing being dragged around here is your reputation through the mud. Is that the best you’ve got, Hattori-san?”