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baiganraltaica:

“Ya ain’.” Said coolly, smoothly. “Yer standin’ ain’ changed in th’ slightest since ya were gone.”

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That sort of time almost seemed non-existent to him. The ticks and tocks of each sand into the proverbial glass were felt, but their meaning was gone in his mind of which was distracted with chains of anxiety from mission after mission… The blur between each one should’ve surely disturbed him more than his current expression belied. “Unless, ya’re so eager ta…?”

“I could use a reminder, I think. Things have been…” the detective hesitated, pulling the cigarette from his mouth to take another pull of liquor, eyes closing to appreciate the burn. After a quiet, satisfied exhale of vapor, he glanced back at the other again. “…difficult. So, if you wouldn’t mind indulging me?”

The cigarette found its way back between his lips, still unlit, as he simply observed. Waiting. 

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baiganraltaica:

“Don’ let me stop ya now.”

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Was there even a hiatus to begin with? Perhaps he did care, should those words be some matter of tough love, but a husked voice and a stolid expression would mettle itself even against another sip of poisoned flame from a glass, and then… silence. There were reasons other than health that he’d disliked such things, really. Memories inhaled by the scent of such smoke, numbing the senses but never the reminder of his own namesake, dark and bitter. 

Still, the bronzened man didn’t turn away, didn’t avert his gaze of knives and hoarfrost from the conversation in question. 

There had been, but it had been brief and, as with most things with the detective, had only lasted long enough to secure additional walls and nettles that urged the craving of terrible habits. Hakuba placed the cigarette between his lips but didn’t light up, not yet, instead resting his gaze on the other man with a contemplative stare. Evaluating.

“Tell me… am I due for an evaluation any time soon? In my absence, I’ve completely forgotten where we stand.”

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baiganraltaica:

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“There are far more horrible ways ta fall. Down both ways.”

He drank, always quiet, allowing the familiar burn to ensnare the sensations in his throat. The make of the merciless instilled into him that want of challenge, that aggression and increased it tenfold—as such a tiger should be—but it was for that very reason that he, too, preferred not to dwell into such aspects as comfort. Even in mannerisms, the icy hoarfrost remained hidden, averted, in the face of a real provocation. Tigers were better hunters in light of a surprise, anyway.

"I mus’ wonder, then, by yer own words’f ya do find blackened lungs more cruel than th’ silvered words’f a snake tongue…”

“If I didn’t know any better…”  Hakuba started, a sneer of his own coming to his expression as he raised his glass to drink. So much for the hiatus. Ah. “I’d think that you were truly worried about my well-being. You leave my tongue out of this, and the blackened lungs… honestly, a cigarette here or there isn’t going to hurt me. Not truly.”

Nevertheless, he sighed as he pulled the opened package from the inside pocket of suit jacket, slipping one of the sticks between his fingers and pulling it out to look at. Quite the pair, the liquor and cigarette. 

“Do you mind if I~?”

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baiganraltaica:

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The teen nearly bit back the haughty laugh he guffawed at such a statement. “I’m flattered ya’d place me above yer doc. I’m surprised ya still even listen ta him considerin’ ya wear ash like cologne.”

He knows that might prod a self-conscious air instead of a light and jovial one, but he’s also more well-known for his blunt sincerity. Still, it provokes him into some brief silence lest he say anything more tactless, gaze nursing the drink his other hand occupied. “… Yeah, jus’ a bit. Damn shame that it’s that colour, ya know. Poison augh’a be a colour less enticin’.”

“Mmm… but if the poison were less enticing,” Hakuba hummed, eyes narrowing in their own amber reflection in the light. “…less would succumb to temptation and fall, which would be quite the pity, don’t you think? After all, what is life without sin?" 

The detective shifted his gaze to the other, expression settling into a comfortable air of challenge. The ever-constant edge of rivalry and undertone of aggression was something of a comfort to him, and one of his favorite little details of their relationship. Whatever it was.

”…you needn’t be so cruel about the cigarettes, though. Or my doctor. He’s quite attractive, you know.“

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baiganraltaica:

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“Hah. Since when was I th’ all-decidin’ cork bottle ta yer drink?”

Deft fingers pour a dram of the dark-coloured drink into a plain glass before pushing it towards the British detective.

"Really, it was more my doctor, though I’ve always thought your advice worth listening to, even if I haven’t always followed it." 

Hakuba’s words, though calm and casual, were betrayed by the too-eager reach for the glass, which he plucked up to hold at eye-level, admiring the color. 

"Amber…it’s gorgeous, isn’t it~?”