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What would you do if, somehow, for some reason, someone stole your car?

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“That depends on if the bastard thieves have figured out that I have tracking devices hidden in the car. THREE of them! I would of course enlist the help of the police force to hunt them down and return my precious car to me, and then-”

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“And then I would have to find out why they stole me car so I could decide if I needed to take them to court to have them punished to the full extent of the law or if I should try to help them in their obviously desperate situation of need.”

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"But they BETTER not hurt my car!”

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Hello. u_u .. I .. I just wanted to say that I’m always happy to see you on my dash, though I’m not a roleplayer here on tumblr. ._.’

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“I very much appreciate that, dearest Anon.”

((Here is my best Hakuba icon, just for you!  Thank you so much for your comments, that means a great deal to me. ;-; It is so nice to hear that my hard work is appreciated!!! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!))

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where does “j” come from in s.j. hakuba, saguru-chan???

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“Ah, my dear reader, I’m glad that you’ve asked. The J stands for James, which is my middle name. My mum wanted me to have a good, strong Christian name, while my father desired a more traditional Japanese name. In the end, they compromised on my name as it is now… which has been very useful during my travels overseas when I wish to go by a more localized moniker. Most of my mates in London know me as James Hakuba, for example, not Saguru.”

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((Note from the Mun: His middle name has helped him avoid a lot of teasing, too. I mean really can you just see British kids calling him variations of ‘Saggy Roo’? How horrible is that? Hakuba would be loathe to admit this, however. But, this is also why he prefers to be called ‘Hakuba’ above any other name, even with very close friends.

You can read more about this and other headcanon items by going here, as well: http://whiteknighthakuba.tumblr.com/headcanon 😀 ))

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You’re just about to leave for the police station – as it seems, they still need your input about the case from last night – but as you open the door, you stop, mid-step, as you realize that you’re about to step on something. You glance down. And find a white little chinese dragon statue, just about the size of your palm, wearing a tiny, removable deerstalker, and a rose. And a note. “A little companion just for you. Remember to feed him; he likes petting and little head kisses~”

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Hakuba cradled the tiny dragon in his hands, admiring each clever detail for several minutes. It wasn’t until Baaya noticed the front door open that he realized that he’d been too lost in thought to get out the door and on to his appointment. 

Clearly, there was no time to bring it back inside, so he took it with him, despite handing the rose to Baaya to put with the others. The note slipped easily enough into his pocket, and the dragon he was sure to pet the entire cab ride there, before slipping it into one of his inner jacket pockets where it would be safe during his meetings. 

What made him think to get me a dragon, I wonder..?

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When you eventually wake the next morning, you notice the smell of food in the air. In fact, it seems like it’s coming from right next to you. Opening your eyes and turning over on your side to glance down towards the floor you spot a tray – and what looks to be a traditional English breakfast; complete with tea, bacon, poached eggs, sausages, toast with butter, and fried tomatoes and mushrooms. Along with, yet again, a red rose and a note; “What better way to start the day than with breakfast?”

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“…goodness, you’ve been busy.” Hakuba stared down at the tray, shifting ever so carefully to pick up the tray and bring it closer. This kind of breakfast was no easy means to come by in Japan outside of home cooking, but… The detective couldn’t help the eager smile that slid onto his admittedly softened expression, once again touching the rose, and the note. 

“Why are you doing this for me?” Hakuba asked to no one. The breakfast was hot, yes; everything was perfect. But if it really was who he thought it was, they would be long gone by now. And instead of search, he tucked into that breakfast, completely unable to resist the call of those tomatoes and mushrooms and everything else.