5. They just want to chat.
“Hullo, Mousey! It’s been a while; how’ve you been doing? I saw the work that you’ve done on my website recently – thank you for that, my agent is so very, very pleased. Has there been any progress on the international cataloging database interface, or is it too soon to ask?”
It was the lack of cold that woke the detective, who rolled over sleepily at the sudden presence of warmth. “Mm…?” Hakuba asked of the dark, vision slowly coming into focus after blinking, then stifled a yawn.
He’d spent most of the night running, as he often did during Kaitou Kid heists, but it was the waiting up afterward that had really sapped the energy from him. It was so difficult to wait and worry, wondering if he’d receive any word that his friend and classmate had made it back safely. Even after having his safety confirmed, there was always that little chance that he might come to pay him a visit…
…but on nights like this, when the moon dipped behind the cityscape, Hakuba admitted defeat, showered, and crawled into bed. After all, the lack of visitors meant that he could dry off and sleep at the same time, without worry for modesty or the secret of the scars that marred his back.
So it was a surprise to find Kid there, smiling, body framed by the evening light in the window. He managed a smile in return, lifting a hand to rub the sleep from his eyes, and carefully pushed up onto his elbows while staying covered.
“Still alive, I see…” Hakuba said, voice soft. “I waited for you."
Although the blood had dried, the patchy brown and crimson streaks remained under his nose, his mouth, and down his throat. Besides the bruises over his form, the worst of the damage appeared to be from the wound on the side of his head, evident by the blood-matted clump of hair.
Just seventeen hours previous, he’d been unconscious from the blow. Now he was just asleep, exhausted by his attempts to escape- which left his wrists raw and bleeding – the exposure, and the lack of water. As such, he didn’t stir when the door opened; only continued each raspy, shallow breath.
Kado wasn’t the only one to color. It took less than two heartbeats for the blond detective to wake, realize what had happened, and for the tint to race across his cheeks. “Ah- oh, K-Kado!”
Hakuba sat up quickly – a little bit too quickly – and gathered the blankets around himself with a grimace. Had he forgotten…? Why had he come? Oh, god, right, the meeting.
“Apologies… I… think I may have gone a little overboard with the scotch while I waited for our appointment…"
He swallowed hard, taking a moment to take in the surroundings. Hakuba remembered the hotel room well enough, but when had he gotten undressed? Where had the bottle of scotch gone? And why… why were the balcony doors open? Oh, god, what a headache.
"If you’ll wait, just… a moment, I can get dressed. So sorry, Kado. Thank you for coming."
♜ :My muse’s best friend.
Historically, there’s no one closer to Hakuba than Baaya.
In the RP scene, there’s Akira, Emi, Devin, and one Akako, whom he adores.
I mean, depending on who’s writing them, he’s also quite fond of Kaitos, Kudous, and Hattoris, but above all, it’s Baaya.
♥ :Weird ship I have for my muse.
Hakuba and Sonoko. I think they would be a perfect pair, TBH, though I write them as good friends, instead.
“Ah, Sonoko, you look absolutely ravishing this evening~”
“SAGURUUU! Oh my GOD it’s been forever! Are you here for the party?!”
“Of course, of course! I wouldn’t miss one of your mother’s fine soirees while I’m in town. It was very kind of her to invite me, in fact; please do remind me to thank her later on.”
“Yeah, yeah, sure, but in the MEAN TIME, come with me! I want you to see all of the INSANELY HOT guys that are going to show up! We can watch them as they come up the stairs and into the foyer from the balcony~”
“That does sound like the most ideal position, yes. If you’ll just take my arm, my dear…”
"Oh, GURU~! You’re such a gentleman!”
“Nonsense. Come along, Sonoko~”
…and then they check out all of the hot men and women together.
15. They need a place to hide.
“Mouri-chan, this is very short notice, but please, please tell me that you’re home — I’m almost to the agency and I desperately need you to hide me for the next several hours. Can you do that for me?”
2. They’re lost.
“Ah, yes, hello Toyama-chan. I’m on my way to get pick you up, but it seems as though I’ve gotten myself terribly… misplaced… in your fair city. I don’t suppose that you’re any good with directions, are you?”
1. They’ve been arrested.
“Ah, yes, hello. Look, I know that this is a strange request, but if you’ll just hear me out, I promise to make it worth your while. You see, I find myself in a particular situation in which you, yourself, have quite the expertise in and, I, ah, well, I don’t know what to do. I’ve, ah… been sort of… incarcerated, and you are my one phone call.”
10. They want to invite you out.
“Ah, hullo, Kuroba-kun! I was just… calling to see if you might be interested… and by that I mean, available and reasonably willing — does that sound right??? — er, rather, would you like to accompany me to a… a, ah, little get together? I mean, it’s actually not little, per se, but it’s not exactly gigantic, either, it’s more or less rather in between and I’m supposed to bring a guest, you see, so would you? Like to accompany me, I mean.”