“Happy birthday, Hakuba-kun! I, uh, wasn’t sure what to get you, so hopefully you don’t own this…” Akira presented the first season of Elementary to him, ducking her head. She laid a gift card to their usual frozen yogurt haunt on top of Jonny Lee Miller’s face. “Have a great day.”

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“Ah! I’ve been meaning to watch this. Can you believe that I haven’t seen a single episode of it yet? These cases lately have been murder!”  He laughed.

Then laughed some more.

When he was finally done, he coughed and took the gifts with a grateful nod. “Thank you, Akira-kun. I’ll make sure to treat next time we go — after shopping tomorrow afternoon, right~?” 

Heiji checked his temperature with the back of his hand before applying the cold compress. He took a seat on the couch, watching over Hakuba. Dinner would arrive shortly; delivery, since Heiji didn’t want to take the chance of accidentally poisoning the other detective.

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“Ah, Hattori-san! Very good. You definitely get bonus points for mentioning that you can’t cook. Your willingness to not kill me is very sweet and appreciated. I’m curious to see what you would do once the food arrived… or if I fell unconscious? Perhaps if I had fever dreams? It would be interesting to play out and find out. Such a scene might play out as thus:

Hakuba shuddered, half-closed eyes only barely making sense of what he saw through the haze. He thought that he’d heard Hattori Heiji’s voice, but he couldn’t be sure. Nothing made sense in his head, which throbbed with pain of that heated fever. Coherent thoughts slipped in snatches, just out of reach. All that he could see for sure was the fire and the hot ash in the fireplace. He swallowed hard against the lump in his throat, fingers curling in a white-knuckled grip against the couch. “Nnn…” he managed, voice hoarse. “No..” 

"Ta da! All right. For your final score I will give you a 6/10. Mostly because you’re Hattori-san and I’m not entirely convinced that you would coddle me so much as demand that I just "get better” — but you’re welcome to prove me wrong.“

So what are your thoughts on the mun suddently being turned into a bird? Also do you plan on giving her any birthday wishes?

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“It’s, ah, a little bit strange… but I have seen MUCH stranger things while here on tumblr. She’s mostly been perching on my shoulder and trying to nest in my hair, which is also very odd, but… not so bad. Watson is unhappy, however." 

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"As for birthday wishes, of course!”

M!A: At the strike of midnight the mun transforms into a Black capped Vireo, and though she still has her original mind she is susceptible to the instincts of her new tiny form. Happy birthday!

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“Hey, you can’t use an M!A on the mun, birthday or not!”

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“Well… what the heck. At least I’m a cute little bird. HEY HAKUBA! Take me hunting!”

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“You’re far too small for that. You’re the sort of bird that Watson would prey on.”

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"Hey, I’m uber cute. No one would hunt me!”

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‘Would you like to bet on that, little one?’

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“HAKUBA OMFG HIDE ME!”

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“All right, all right; just calm down…”