“To do what, tantei-san? Are you hinting that I shall return them after the heist?”
“I believe that is your modus operandi, Kaitou-san… please don’t keep my effects after the fact.”
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The Meaning of the Monocle
He felt him tremble and gripped the cloth of his jacket. When he felt his hands rub over his shoulders he shivered in both pleasure and a sudden spike of fear. His back was … to combat the nerves he pressed himself against the other, lifted his head to his name, and stared up into Hakuba’s face. “Yes?”
Before Hakuba let himself do anything else, he leaned forward, expression one of near panic as he – kissed the end of Kaito’s nose. He was just so nervous! He pulled back afterward, so ashamed, and reached for the bottle of wine. “MyGODweneedtogetthisopen here you do the honors I’ve a bottle opener somewhere and the, ah, glasses are here, yes, let’s… we can toast, even, if you like…”
He finally took a breath, attempting to pull out of Kaito’s grasp to escape around the other side of the wet bar’s counter.
The other seemed to have ignored the fact that he had state he found kissing disgusting, as he first started of on a tirade about how any Hakuba Saguru’s ‘must know how to kiss’ and then about kissing itself. He could feel his patience slowly eroding with each word the other spoke. It wasn’t that he didn’t know about kissing, he just didn’t kiss people, the exchanging of saliva, the skin contact? It made him feel ill. He had no desire to do it with anyone.
And honestly he didn’t care if it was’t an ‘actual kiss’, he did what he was told to do, and that was it. He had done nothing wrong, what so ever, and the others mocking and haughty tone had pushed him far enough to make anger bubble over in his chest, though his kept his face neutral enough, and his voice calm and collected.
“If you are quite done with yourself.” Hakuba crossed his arms. “I did state before that I found kissing disgusting, but instead you chose to ignore that in favor of hearing yourself talk.” Hakuba examined a nail. “I have no desire what so ever to learn about these ‘real kisses’, I am well aware what kissing entails and the different kinds of kisses there are. I choose not to take part in any type of them.
"If you would take a step off your high horse for a moment, I will explain to you the reasoning behind it that you have chosen to ignore in favor of your soapbox.” Hakuba adjusts his suit. “I myself have mysophobia, it is the fear of contamination and being dirty. I despise skin to skin contact and don’t let people hug me, let alone press agree to the exchange of skin and saliva.” He shuddered at the though and lifted his gaze towards the other.
“Further more, there has been no ‘crime committed’. Therefore I have no reason to make amends. I was only doing what I was forced to do, and have no desire to do it again. Least of all with my other self who seems to like nothing more then to make others feel utterly horrid.” Hmpfh.
“Ah, what a perfectly proud pair of pretentious prats we are!” Hakuba exclaimed, laughing with a touch of madness in his glee – he had a certain weakness for alliteration, particularly when it was insulting. “Yes, I’ve already deduced your crippling phobia, and feel all the more piteous for you that you should let it be a crutch with which to excuse yourself from experiencing all that God has granted us in this life."
Hakuba shrugged, no less composed or pleased with himself for having gotten under his counterpart’s itching skin so thoroughly.
"That said… it does seem that you have a particular interest in my sharp wit; indeed, my greatest weapons are my words, and many have said that I am, myself, silver-tongued. But it is not only words with which my tongue is quite talented; are you interested in investigating that, or are you simply content to remain as a mere portrait on Mr. Dorian’s wall~?”
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Love Week – Day Two
Hattori accepted his menu and opened it up, eyes glancing over the different items, every once in a while flicking upwards to look at Hakuba. It was, rather awkward, though he didn’t really understand why. They were just, two guys having dinner together.
“Thank ya, ya look pretty good yereself.” Hattori answered, eyes back on his menu.
“Thank you, Hattori-kun.” Hakuba was careful to give the kun just a little bit of emphasis, just in case the Osakan had forget where their current formality level lay. At least with Hattori’s attire, it was easier for the half-brit to suspend his sense of reality, shifting focus to, yes, a pleasant dinner with a client. Someone in need of his assistance. That was far easier to deal with than, er, anything else at present.
After a moment of deliberation, he glanced up from the laminated cardstock to look the other detective over again, then offered a small, polite smile.
“How have your cases been, as of late?”
Hakuba vs Hattori: The Musical
Camie: ohhh, hakuba-senpai hattori-kun considers ya a friend~
Camie: so cute~
Hattori: I NEVER SAID THA’ !
Hattori: Hakuba, ignore Camie, I never said tha’!
Hakuba: So we’re… not friends?
Hattori: … -opens mouth, closes it, opens, closes it-
Hakuba: ah….
Hattori: << when have we ever actually behaved like friends?
Kari: all the time.
Kari: all of it Hattori.
Hakuba: *sniff*
Vodka: Remember, only friends get in the tea club. -HAS THE TEABOX. STRAIGHTFACED.-
Hakuba: Ah, Vodka-kun!
Hattori: I dun even drink tea…
Camie: huh what what hakuba is sick (still sick) wat huh?
Hakuba: No, just… sad~
Camie: *frowns* thats hardly better…
Hattori: Yere pullin' my leg… aren't ya, this is some sorta joke…
Vodka: hello!
Hakuba: I just wanted to be friends… /colleagues/…
Hakuba: Vodka-kun! You're my friend, are you not?
Camie: I'm more than a friend right senpai, I'm a kohai~
Hattori: Since when!?
Gab: this feels like the beginning of a musical number
Kari: dfhdbafhsdbfsdbhsd
Kari: yes.
Hakuba: Since when? …Since when!
Since… the…
Moment I first met you,
I knew I had to get you!
Get you to accept me in your life!
And if you could not conceive of it
Perhaps I'd have to conceal a bit
Of the fact that I want in your liiiiife~
Camie: Oh dear god hakuba is singing…
Hattori: …………………..
Camie: I'll get the bat..
Hakuba: You see we share so many elements,
Of what makes you and I~
From our fathers to our habits,
and that's the reason whyyyy—
Hattori: -kisses Hakuba to shut him up because NO-
Kari: OH MY GOD HATTORI THAT IS NOT SDFBJFSDFKSD
camychan: wh…
camychan: WELLTHEN
Hakuba: *IS KISSED* O___O
Hattori: No. No singing.
Kari: I can;t even, I have lost control.
Camie: *STARES*
Hakuba: Ah…
Hattori: -stern look-
Hakuba: I thought it was a rather good number…
Hakuba: Very… Music Man-esque.
Hattori: I will kiss you again.
Camie: Senpai you are…way to calm about all of this…uhm, are you okay?
Kari: Hattori. No. Stop.
Vodka: I'm your friend, yes!
Hakuba: *blushes…. retreats to hide behind Vodka*
Camie: I dont think senpai is okay………….
Hattori: Tha's wha' I thought.
Vodka: oh dear.
“Emi-kun’s mun just told me that I throw myself too many pity parties… Is that true? I wonder… Perhaps I should reevaluate my pity party budget and cut back. I’d hate to be fiscally irresponsible about that sort of thing… even if I can afford it, it’s impractical."
1. Linguistic Intelligence: the capacity to use language to express what’s on your mind and to understand other people. Any kind of writer, orator, speaker, lawyer, or other person for whom language is an important stock in trade has great linguistic intelligence.
2. Logical/Mathematical Intelligence: the capacity to understand the underlying principles of some kind of causal system, the way a scientist or a logician does; or to manipulate numbers, quantities, and operations, the way a mathematician does.
3. Musical Rhythmic Intelligence: the capacity to think in music; to be able to hear patterns, recognize them, and perhaps manipulate them. People who have strong musical intelligence don’t just remember music easily, they can’t get it out of their minds, it’s so omnipresent.
4. Bodily/Kinesthetic Intelligence: the capacity to use your whole body or parts of your body (your hands, your fingers, your arms) to solve a problem, make something, or put on some kind of production. The most evident examples are people in athletics or the performing arts, particularly dancing or acting.
5. Spatial Intelligence: the ability to represent the spatial world internally in your mind — the way a sailor or airplane pilot navigates the large spatial world, or the way a chess player or sculptor represents a more circumscribed spatial world. Spatial intelligence can be used in the arts or in the sciences.
6. Naturalist Intelligence: the ability to discriminate among living things (plants, animals) and sensitivity to other features of the natural world (clouds, rock configurations). This ability was clearly of value in our evolutionary past as hunters, gatherers, and farmers; it continues to be central in such roles as botanist or chef.
7. Intrapersonal Intelligence: having an understanding of yourself; knowing who you are, what you can do, what you want to do, how you react to things, which things to avoid, and which things to gravitate toward. We are drawn to people who have a good understanding of themselves. They tend to know what they can and can’t do, and to know where to go if they need help.
8. Interpersonal Intelligence: the ability to understand other people. It’s an ability we all need, but is especially important for teachers, clinicians, salespersons, or politicians — anybody who deals with other people.
9. Existential Intelligence: the ability and proclivity to pose (and ponder) questions about life, death, and ultimate realities.
Howard Gardner’s seminal Theory of Multiple Intelligences, originally published in 1983, which revolutionized psychology and education by offering a more dimensional conception of intelligence than the narrow measures traditional standardized tests had long applied. (via explore-blog)