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Child character your muse would have and crossover ships you have with your muse!

♗ :Child!Character my muse would adopt.

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If Conan counts, Hakuba would snatch him up in a heartbeat. He’s often thought that the boy would make an exceptional protege. BUT, since Conan isn’t really a six year-old little boy, let’s go with Mitsuhiko. Hakuba would foster his intellect and interests, and do whatever he could to help with his career. I bet they’d get along really well, too. Hakuba loves children. He’d probably do well with anyone, really.

☩:Crossover Ship with my muse.

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Oh, gosh. Well, there’s the seductive thief, Jeanne ( kaitouxjeanne ), exceptionally close friend Kyoya ( host-kyoya ), ‘beauty detective’ Kirigiri ( detectivephiliac ), and of course, BBC Sherlock Holmes himself ( wewillstartwiththeridingcrop ) 

…it’s really so easy to ship Hakuba with just about anyone, though. What has become of my life?

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       A plain rectangular box showed up at some unknown time of the day, labeled only with a sharpied “For Saguru Hakuba”. Inside was a hastily written note that described the other contents of the box:

“Today I was out to pick up a copy of one of these mystery-and-puzzle-genre games for myself, so I figured while I as at it, I would purchase the entire collection for you. Seven Ace Attorney (I have included funds to buy the single download-only game), six Layton (plus the movie), and the crossover game. I hope you like them; I’m no gamer but they are certainly enjoyable. Tell me what you think; I would love to hear some of your theories as you progress.”

      The note abruptly stops there without the mention of a name. Even a “happy birthday” seems to have been forgotten in the rush. Really, the only things that seemed to receive any careful attention where the games themselves – all freshly purchased and still in their wrappers; both series in chronological order by release date, but with that special crossover separating the two franchises.

Thankfully, her handwriting has always been just a bit unique and identifiable (it probably helps that her gift from last year was scrawled in a similar manner), so it’s quite obvious who sent it.

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"Oh dear… it would seem that my dear Beauty Detective has a bit of an addiction. I’ll be certain to keep you updated on my progress, yes, as soon as I have a chance to play. Thank you very much, Kirigiri-san~!”

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detectivephiliac:

She accepted the glass with a “thank you”, and was very tempted to drink it all at once. Kyouko decided against it (for now), and merely took a much smaller sip.

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“…I have a… friend…” Talking about this should have been a big ‘NO’ for the detective, but the conversation had brought up this dulled envy that she was familiar with.

“He went though these unhappy moments – the very same ones I dwell far too much upon. Put our personalities and previous experiences side-by-side, and he should be worse off than me. But… he uses these unhappy moments to propel himself forward. He never forgets them, and instead holds those dark moments close, so he can go on… …It’s… admirable. It makes me jealous. He saved my life multiple times with this kind of thinking. If it wasn’t for his… hope that he managed to forge out of the despair, I certainly wouldn’t be speaking to you today.”

Alright, this seemed like a good time to down the entire glass of alcohol in her hands. So she did just that.

Hakuba watched her face as she spoke, quiet and calm as he sipped his own scotch. The reverent way in which she spoke of this person made it clear that he was – or still is, really, with the choice of present-tense words – very important to her. So important that there was a definite degree of reluctance in her speech. Why? he wondered. Were they still close? What situations prompted the necessity to save her life?

She was a detective. That career choice alone set them on a path of danger. But this seemed something more. Something… complicated. He let his gaze rest on her features as she drank, then followed the empty glass afterward, reaching for the bottle to pour her another. Just one shot; it was meant to be sipped, not gulped.

"That is, indeed, admirable. Those who are able to remain positive and optimistic, even in the most dire of circumstances, are few and far between… rare and precious; to be held onto. I sometimes wonder how they manage. But I suppose,” he said, setting his glass down before getting to his feet again to wander to the liquor cabinet once more. “Despair, for some, becomes cumbersome… even dull. And after a while, when you’ve found that the despair hasn’t killed you, there’s nothing left but to pick up the pieces of your shattered life and attempt to move on…”

He pulled out two water bottles and offered one to her as he took his seat again. Mountain spring water. Imported. "Here.“

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detectivephiliac:

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“…I always have been prone to losing track of time. Thank you, Hakuba-san, it’s lovely. I’ll treasure it…”

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Perhaps she should have lashed out, or gone cold or perhaps entirely silent. But rather, she managed to turn her head at the last moment and sneak a little kiss in the corner of his mouth. And then she was backed up and had a sly smirk on her face.

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“Well, I suppose you best start working on that soon. How could I consider you worthy of the great detective title if you couldn’t find the truth behind such a simple mystery?”

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The kiss was not missed and Hakuba looked quite pleased as Kyouko drew back from him, offering a smile and the playful quirk of a brow. 

“Yes indeed; I’d not want to be amiss for such an opportunity to prove myself to you. Look forward to it, Kirigiri-san… and try not to worry; I’ll do my utmost to unravel your mysteries and take great care in putting the pieces of your puzzle back together again.”

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detectivephiliac:

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“…There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Hakuba-san. I’ve never exactly been alright. I’m just very good at hiding and ignoring it. There’s no point in dwelling on the unhappy moments, is there? And yet… it’s all I ever think about.”

"Ah…”  Hakuba tilted his head, regarding her with concern as he prepared the aforementioned drinks. Large spheres of ice, a double shot of scotch in each. “I must confess that I understand that all too well. ’Keep Calm, Carry On’ they say, pushing away the nightmares to get through another day but… those moments seem to have a way of lingering all too frequently." 

He offered one of the glasses to her, and took a seat on the nearby armchair. "Unless we manage to sort through it, they’ll continue to cling.”