“Of course, I don’t mind! Here. Have a glass.”, she said and handed him a glass filled with sake.
Hakuba stared at it, then set it aside. “Are you certain that you’re not drunk? You don’t seem to be listening, Nakamori-chan…”
“I dunno, kinda lost count after, ah— four glasses? Don’ like wine tho’. ‘S so bitter, y’know?”
"Oh… dear. Let’s get you hydrated. Have you had anything to eat? You really ought to stick to Mudslides or hard lemonade if you’re going to drink…”
“Why’s that? I promise, it won’t end like last time!”
“I think that I might err on the side of caution, if you don’t mind.”
"Because yer no fun~!” Heiji called out from under his Kotatsu. The Osakan even stuck his head out to laugh at the other detective.
“…right, well, I hope you enjoy the hangover.”
"Sorry… I might next time. You can teach me how to not feel as sick.”
“Do I need to write a PSA on alcohol safety?”
"I’m not drunk yet. You could have a drink with me, Hakuba.”
“Thank you, but no… I think that would be very imprudent idea.”
"Hakuba~!” And cue one very happy and very /drunk/ Kaito throwing his arms around said detective’s neck. “I missed you~”
“I missed you, too… ah, just how much did you drink…?”
“I step out for a case and come back to everyone drunk… What in the world happened today? And why wasn’t I invited?”
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“….Stay… Stay by my side….
It’s… It’s so warm….
Don’t go… Anywhere….
Just stay…. by my side.”
I COULDN’T HELP MYSELF BUT RECORD THIS PART
He’s sick here but lets just pretend he’s not
Cue a snowy scene during a heist and Hakuba’s chased after KID, both fleeing for their lives from organization assassins… Bullets ripping through Hakuba’s heavy overcoat but he tries to ignore it, just has to help KID escape, get him to the safest route… but he starts stumbling, reaching out and grasping onto KID’s cape before collapsing against the brick wall of that alleyway, ragged breaths panting, gasping, leaving bloodied smears on white silk as he falls to his knees. And KID turning in horror, seeing the spreading carmine over Hakuba’s nice suit, face so pale as he kneels in the snow.
Worried and hushed demands of "hold on, tantei-san,” and “I’ll get help for you,” from KID, but Hakuba isn’t even able to see straight anymore, just feeling the blood pool around his fingers, dripping into the snow at their feet.
KID can’t wait– the crows are still coming… but can he just abandon the dying detective?