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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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If we kissed:

  • [] This wouldn’t happen.
  • [] Oh disgusting.
  • [x] Again, again.
  • [x] Kiss you back.
  • [x] Let’s take this to the bedroom.
  • [] Slap/Push you away.

If you asked me out I’d say:

  • [] Um no.
  • [x] YES. “Of course, Ootori-san, I’d be honored.”
  • [x] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

  • [] No.
  • [] Ew.
  • [x] Sure.
  • [x] YES. “Anything you like, Ootori-san~”

Sex?:

  • [x] Let’s do it. “If you’re certain…” 
  • [] No. You can’t handle my d.
  • [x] FUCK YES.
  • [] No.

Should you reblog this?:

  • [x] Yes. I want to send you one. 
  • [] Yes.
  • [] No.
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✉ (if it’s not too late!)

host-kyoya:

 SEND ✉ FOR A HALF-ASLEEP TEXT

Sleeping on his stomach provided discomfort only on the occasion that he laid on his arm and cut off the circulation enough to cause the limb to run numb. Thus, the predicament Kyoya currently faced. With a soft groan, he rolled onto his back, allowing the tingle of his paralyzed appendage to decrease ever so slowly. With the passing of time, his mind wandered off, quickly resulting in thoughts of a certain detective flooding his mind — memories of soft kisses and hushed whispers shared inside the very bed in which he currently resided. Another roll directed him toward his nightstand, where he picked up both his glasses and his phone. Though his vision remained foggy, the Shadow King typed without error. 

[Sent: 10:30] Hakuba-san, please come over as soon as possible.

[Sent: 10:31] Your company is deeply desired.

[Sent: 10:31] As is coffee. Please?

A small smirk carved its way onto his expression, and after a few minutes of waiting passed, the brunet dozed faintly, phone still in palm and glasses slipping down his nose. 

Hakuba had been awake for approximately two hours, twenty three minutes, and forty-five seconds. He’d missed the texts at first only because he’d been in the shower after a morning jog. The texts, though unexpected, were entirely welcome. He smiled, glanced at his appointment book, and got dressed in silky dress shirt, slacks and – gasp – sandals to aid in the swiftness of his escape. 

He sent his reply at 10:47.

[text] I’ll be there as soon as is humanly possible. 

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“I hear yesterday was your birthday,” The brunet opened, tone cool despite the bundle of nerves seething within. “My deepest apologies for missing the event, but if you allow, I would be honored to treat you to dinner tonight as compensation.” Flashing a host-worthy smile, he offered an open palm to the detective. [[Yes, Happy late Birthday. ^^;;]]

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“No compensation needed, Ootori-san; you’ve no obligation to know of or participate in my birthday. That said,  it would be my deepest pleasure to accompany you tonight.” Hakuba took the offered hand in his, smile indicative of his enthusiasm for the idea.

That is to say, the smile was quirked at one side, surprised, but touched. Lopsided, charmed, and all together all too happy to take Kyoya up on his offer. 

“I’m delighted for such an opportunity, in fact.”

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Kyoya approached the blond detective, smirk quite noticeable now and only growing in size as he drew near. “Hakuba,” The name sounded a low utterance, and a hand reached to caress the aforementioned’s cheek. Without further delay, he closed the distance between them and captured the other in a tender kiss, mouths meshing together so comfortably. A teasing tongue swiped against soft lips before he broke the embrace, quite pleased with himself. “Forgive me; merely the workings of a grey face.”

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Good God.

“Ah, not at all, Ootori-san… On the contrary, I shall I have to remember to thank them.” The detective smiled in return, lips curved into a confident, satisfied smirk. “They must have said or done something quite persuasive to garner that response from you. It’s… very much appreciated.”