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♙: Sharing a bed

It had been such a long night for both the inspector and the young detective. Not only had there been a KID heist, but some thugs had decided that it was the perfect opportunity to do their three-hit bank robberies and car chase at the same time. In the end, the two wearily made it back to the hotel that the keibu and his daughter were at, and said goodnight.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay, Hakuba-kun?”

“It’s only a thirty minute drive home… honest, I’ll be just fine.”

“You’re swaying.”

“Just a little tired.”

“You look dead on your feet.”

“It’s been a long night.”

“Come on, kid…”

With a little more persuasion, Nakamori led Hakuba to the hotel room and went about getting ready for bed. 

Since it was already three in the morning, Aoko had been asleep. Emphasis on had. It would have been almost impossible to sleep through all of the noise that her father was making as he stumbled around, trying to get into his suitcase, while Hakuba found himself a spare blanket, and made his way over to the armchair in the corner. 

“No, you can just share the bed with Aoko…” Nakamori grumbled, dropping onto the bed against the wall. “Just no funny business.”

Hakuba looked between the father and daughter, found no sort of horrified despair on the latter’s face, and shrugged, wandering over to crawl into the bed as close to the edge as possible. “Apologies, Nakamori-chan,” he said, wrapping his extra blanket over is shoulders – he’d opted to stay on top of the covers. “I won’t steal the covers, at least." 

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Two is Too Much

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“Would you mind, if I keep you companion, while you look for some others? We aren’t hanging around really often." Or better said never.

"Not at all, Nakamori-chan… be my guest. After all, I do believe I said something about lunch later… There’s a delicious little cafe further into the mall that makes crepes of both savory and sweet. I’m not certain what kind of food you like, but I always love to stop there when I have the chance. What do you think?”

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Two is Too Much

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She smiled softly at, taking the tie in her hand. “The tie looks great! I’ll buy it for my father. What about you? Do you like the ties or do you want to look a bit more for some others?” She somehow got the feeling, that the ties she chose for him, wasn’t really what he was looking for.

“Well…”  Hakuba glanced down at the selection in his hands and once again evaluated, attempting to determine which was more important – the daughter of Nakamori-keibu’s personal feelings, or getting the right tie – and floundered. 

“Perhaps I need to keep looking just a little longer. I can always use more ties, after all. You never know what occasion will come up with them…" 

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whisper (*whistles innocently* I didn’t send it to you twice. What are you thinking?)

So there they were, on a date. How Hakuba had ended up in this situation, he wasn’t entirely certain. It had been something about the zoo and an exhibit on birds, and while he was very interested in birds having worked in the avian rehabilitation center in London, he had meant to go by himself. Yet, here was Nakamori-chan, attending at his side.

Was it supposed to be a group affair? That sounded somewhat likely. The girls were always nosing through his schedule book as if they owned it, and finding that the famous detective was attending the zoo on saturday made it seem, apparently, like an open pass.  He’d not even been consulted about the possibility of caravanning, but nevertheless, all promised they would show. Hakuba made the necessary arrangements for a group of six to go – a triple date, as it were – but when it came time to leave… only Nakamori showed up.

He looked to her, then his watch, then back toward the road. When asked if anyone else was coming, Aoko admitted that two people had to bow out, and no one had heard from Kaito. There had been a heist the previous night, so that didn’t surprise Hakuba much. That left just one other person who might come. He waited while Aoko called them, and frowned when she shook her head. 

“…I suppose it’s just us, then,” he said, and sighed. “Very well, we’ll just take my car instead. It’ll be funner that way, anyway." 

The outing had been fun, at least. It was always interesting to see various animals in supposedly natural, man-made habitats, and this particular zoo had a splendid variety. As expected, however, the bird exhibit was easily the most grandeur and exciting.

There was even a bird show which talked about austringers, getting Hakuba absolutely giddy in his seat. He even broke the rules by standing up during the performance and holding out his arm, calling the trained falcon to land on his ungloved arm. It had hurt to have talons piercing into his arm like that, but it was all worth it when he had their bird doing his tricks. 

Once forcefully removed from the show, Hakuba led Aoko into the tropical birds area, pointing out the various colorful plumage, who it belonged to, and what their beak shape meant they were able to eat. He went on and on about the birds, much like he’d go on about Sherlock Holmes or horses, and told several tales of his time working with wild birds at the center. 

Eventually, he realized that she’d more or less stopped listening… or, at least, had had her attention drawn to something more interesting within the habitat. He stepped up close behind her and leaned down in an attempt to see what she was seeing, eyes squinting. Upon its discovery, he smirked. “Look,” he whispered right up against her neck, pointing.  "A parrot.”

He jumped back and away from her, laughing, arms folded behind his back. Hakuba wasn’t sure if that had been enough teasing to get Aoko to chase him with a mop, but he wasn’t really prepared to find out. 

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There was something different about Nakamori Aoko that morning, and Hakuba couldn’t quite place it. Had she done her hair any differently..? No. It was the same, mousey, wild mess that it always was. Her school uniform was exactly the same, as well. No more makeup than was allowed by policy. No excessive hair accessories. So what was it? 

Curious and somehow determined, the detective made his way over to her desk to investigate, feigning the need to ask about one of the questions on their maths homework. She was, at least, more than proficient in the subject so it wasn’t as though it was farfetched to think that she might have some sort of insight on the topic. It was there, though, that he realized, leaning over her desk, that she had the particular scent of strawberries. Specifically, strawberry shampoo. A weakness of his. 

Hakuba allowed himself just the tiniest breath to take in the scent before sighing a wistful sigh. “You smell lovely,” he whispered, and ignored his own blush at the statement in favor of immediately returning the topic to math. “So, about question fourteen…”