A Tale of Rifles and Silver Bullets

okiya-subaru:

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“Thank you and I appreciate the offer.” That would indeed be helpful.

“As I passed out because the vampire in question was near-starving, from what I could tell, I can only give you a maximum approximation. About four hours at most.”

Shuichi stretched, as much as he could for being a tiny bat and not wanting to fall on his face. He would change back soon, after Hakuba left. Showing up naked in front of his student would probably break his brain more than it already was broken. [And the age gap was really uncomfortable for him, all in all.]

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“Four hours…”  Hakuba tapped his chin with his index finger, then nodded and carefully moved to stand. Wobbly at best, it took him a moment or two to get his bearings, frown firmly fixed on his face. “Four hours, minus the fifteen to twenty minutes I’ve been sitting here, recovering… should be enough if I pull a few strings…”

The words trailed off in a mumble as the detective paced back and forth in front of the couch, steps slow, head clearing. Then he stopped, fist in hand, resolute and determined.

“Right then. I will return momentarily. Enjoy your little transformation. Try not to bite anyone else in the meantime, please.”

This said, he left straightway for the door to let himself out.