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catsbeaversandducks: Don’t Be Sad, Look At These Baby Ducks If you didn’t already know, baby ducks are pretty much precious little nuggets of joy. They have been clinically proven to cure depression and disease and all other problems because they are perfect.For now we will cure your sadness. In order to do so, you simply […]
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Meanwhile, Watson will attempt to get the Mun to get some sleep. I think we can all assume that Hakuba ran off with KID at some point because he certainly hasn’t been here…))
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“Ha ha, yes… indeed it does look that way, Kudou-san… I wonder how long it will take them to get us out of here?"
Hakuba wasn’t sure if he should feel elated or absolutely terrified. The following could be the longest several hours of his miserable, frustrating, awful life.
“You got me- I’m really a fan of well-dressed men and women. Ties included, yes?”
“That’s… fairly direct… but okay, yes… I’ll admit to that. At least when he’s not making me feel completely useless and stupid, anyway.” (Which happens a lot.)
“That is a definite yes.”
“It’s a wonderful city, and large enough to accommodate many different living styles. Public transportation can get you just about anywhere with only a short walk. Or a long one, if you feel up to it. London is perfect for walking. It’s rich with history and fitted with the best of modern conveniences. Truly, a wonder. Definitely visit if you get the chance."
Mum and papa Dad wouldn’t stop bickering at the table so I excused myself and hid in the study, doors locked. It’s ridiculous, I know, but they’re so persistant that I’ve had a near-constant headache since she got here. Don’t misunderstand me, I love my mum – dearly – even with all of her meddling. They just can’t stop picking fight after fight. It’s almost as bad as Hattori-san and I. But at least we’re still children, not full-grown adults.
I told Baaya that I had cases to work on, which I do… but instead I’ve been rereading the James Herriot books. I think I can get away with it so long as I get back to work once everyone else has retired for the night…
Life continues to get more complicated. I have a date this week (arranged by mum, of course), KID has somehow managed to get tangled up in mythological nonsense, Hattori may or may not be legitimately psychotic, the charity benefit may be in danger, and I don’t know where I fit in anywhere.
All I want to do is read about the countryside. How long is it until Paris, now? I hope that the trip won’t be called off due to some unforeseen tragedy (which seems to be more and more likely these days).
I miss Kaito-kun… but I don’t dare call him, not while everything is so ambiguous. I’ll just… keep reading.