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Midnight Tea || phantom-thief-kid

phantom-thief-kid:

Kaito, meanwhile, was lazing on the couch. He had become more prone to sleeping or laying about doing nothing ever since he was cursed. Admittedly, that was how lions acted, so it was understandable.

He got up to the knock on the door and opened it. Hakuba stood outside, back to the door. “Hakuba? Nice to see you.” He smiled. When was it last that Hakuba had shown up? Oh, right, after he turned into a beast and gave him a deer leg. (So very awkward.)

“Mind coming in? I’ve missed you.”

Hakuba turned, immediately relieved to see that smile. “Ah… Kuroba-kun.. er, Kaito-kun?” He still wasn’t sure, entirely, what he should be calling him. Such a good start to the evening. “Please, yes, thank you. I’ve missed you, too. So much, actually." 

The detective stepped inside, keeping his gaze trained on Kaito’s face as he did, unable to resist a smile of his own.

"I hope it’s not a bad time to suddenly show up…" 

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Quand le vin est tiré, il faut le boire.
Joyeux anniversaire, cheval blanc.

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And a tasseled plant upon the hastily written note that was beside the poured drink of scotch. No name, so the only manner of identification would be the slick, italicized handwriting.

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“He… he remembered?" 

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Midnight Tea || phantom-thief-kid

August 28th, 11:24:13pm, just outside of the Kuroba household.

Hakuba parked his car, retrieved his duffel, then thought better of it. He couldn’t remember if he’d actually sent the text asking if he could come over or if he’d just imagined it. Perhaps there’d been a phone call or an email. Had he mentioned it in passing? The detective hesitated next to the car and checked his pocket watch, then verified it against his wrist watch. It did nothing to recall what he was missing. Which was, specifically, his phone.

In his haste to leave his house on a sudden whim (or had it been?), he’d left it behind. He could have gone back for it. He probably should have. But he was already there and, if Kaito would oblige, he wouldn’t need it. Hakuba checked his watch again, then left the car to put on a brave face. 

He knocked, then wrang his hands anxiously, waiting for a response. Was Kaito even home? Leaning back, he checked for any signs in the windows, but immediately turned back to the door and retrieved his pocket watch once again. 

Please be home… please answer… 

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I woke up to another empty bed this morning. This is not an unusual thing, and normally it’s not even a problem. I don’t even think about it most of the time. However, this morning was different. I didn’t wake until my alarm went off, and as I lay there, thinking about the lyrics to the song (Le Festin), becoming increasingly anxious about my upcoming trip to Paris. 

To say that I’m looking forward to it would be an understatement. I need to get away. This misery that I’ve been so comfortably settled in is becoming an increasing source of madness. 

Paris is the place that I run to hide from my problems and my past. I know this. It’s the only place that I feel safe enough to let my guard down. Almost no one knows me there. Oh, some will recognize my name and occupation, but for the most part, I’m just able to be myself and wander. Aimless, free. 

Just two weeks and change. In the meantime, I have some cases to finish up and a few more interviews to handle. My new agent seems busy, which is both good and taxing. The one I had just yesterday, they…

They asked about White Chapel.

At first I thought they were making a reference to the White Chapel murders but, no… they… they were legitimately asking about the academy. How or why I don’t know. The recent press for the trial, perhaps? I suppose it was suspicious that I turned up in London unannounced but why should they…? And in Japan, of all things. None of that was printed here. 

My agent assures me that he is just as confused as I am. 

I need a break. I need Paris. I need to clear my head of all of this nonsense. 

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harajukuharuspex:

Akira found herself torn between laughter and pity; she settled for covering her mouth to stifle any sound that may escape as she switched legs. They completed the position and she whispered back, “Nothing really. Just involves combining balance, flexibility, and sweat.” For as the class progressed to more complex positions, contorting their spines (poor Hakuba, six feet, or nearly that, and trying to match the movements of a person of smaller stature such as herself), the room’s temperature rose to a balmy forty-one degrees Celsius.

At the class’s conclusion, Akira smiled at Hakuba, who was flushed with exertion. “First class is always the toughest. Welllll, actually the second class sucks. And the third. But everything after that is a breeze!” She hoped he would come back for a second or even third class; she could use the companionship.

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“You know what? After hot yoga, I am always dying of heat, and I’m feeling pretty good about myself for exercising of my own free will. I like frozen yogurt. Would you be so kind as to join me?”

"Frozen yogurt?”  Hakuba found the ability to string the words together somewhat taxing after such a long and torturous class. Embarrassment was the feeling of the day, and his cheeks hadn’t lost any of their color, even  after several minutes of cool down.

Yet, as embarrassed as he was and as much as he wanted to crawl home, shower, and never come out from under his covers again, he had to admit that frozen yogurt did sound fairly tempting. 

“If you haven’t lost all faith in me as a human being and still wish to be seen with me in a public setting then sure, yes, I will accompany you to get frozen yogurt." 

The detective sighed, He didn’t want to go back to yoga ever again, least especially after having taken the class. But he didn’t want to give up what Baaya was holding over him, and Akira seemed like a really nice person, despite whatever crazy possessed her to willingly return to class each week. 

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe the frozen yogurt would make it completely worth it. Or, perhaps, the chance to make a new friend. 

All were interesting possibilities… so he shrugged. If she was okay with him, so be it. They’d go get frozen yogurt. But that didn’t mean that he would ever have to come back to class again.

Hot yoga was over.

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akaikujixyaku:

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Well of course I care about you lots and lots, and it’s almost your birthday, so you deserve all the doting. But enough yammer.

Alright. Here. I didn’t wrap it, because I just wanted to give it to you this way [ She brought forward both of her hands, which were clasped shut up, around the gift, before folding them outwards, so the trinket rested in center ]

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I wasn’t sure, when I picked it up, if it was too ornate, or in your style, but I just. Well. It spoke to me.

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“Oh, Emi-kun…” He reached for it, slipping one hand under hers, the other to touch the watch, then pluck it up by the ring. Hakuba let go of her hands, then, instead bringing them together to guard the gift as he lifted it up to inspect it, smile soft, touched. Careful were his fingers as he opened it, memorizing every detail as he looked and touched, figured it out. The detective closed it into his palm and looked back at her.

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“Thank you so much, Emi-kun… I adore it. Watches are of a particular interest of mine and this one is exceptional. The gears- just… everything about it. Thank you." 

Holding the closed pocket watch against his chest, he leaned close to kiss her forehead – assuming she didn’t move away. 

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akaikujixyaku:

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Okay so that was overdramatic but my mun just finished packing and I’ve got my overnight bag together and everything’s wrapping up so quickly it seems

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I have other presents in line, that will be delivered to you through a reliable source.

But.

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There’s one thing I wanna give you now.

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“Oh! That’s incredibly sweet of you, Emi-kun. I… well, I’m so very pleased that you care that much for me. I’m very lucky. But, ah, you… had something for me, then…?”

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officertakagi:

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“Actually we ran out of coffee in the breakroom so the cafe would be the best.” Takagi said. Actually it had been his turn to buy the coffee for the office but he’d forgotten about that. “If it’s okay with you, of course.”

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“Certainly! I could use a good walk. Let me just get my briefcase settled and we can go." 

The young detective sorted the files into their proper order and slipped them into the black, hard-leather briefcase that he carried, locked it, and walked it over to the filing cabinet that wasn’t actually attached to any of the desks, just pressed into a corner by a fake, potted tree. He used a separate set of keys to open one of the drawers and slipped it inside, pushing that closed, locked, and then tapped the metal surface.

"There we are,” Hakuba announced as he looked back at Takagi, smile pleased and professional. “Let’s be off, then." 

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☒☑

☒ – A fact about the mun.

☑ – A fact about the character.

I’m going to totally cop out of this one by saying the following:

My birthday is August 28th. Hakuba’s birthday is August 29th. Neat, huh?

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OH HEY THOSE ARE LIKE

THIS WEEK

HOW DID THIS HAPPEN??? 😀 

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(But no seriously we’re having a party for Hakuba on the 29th apparently? So make sure to shower him with love. ICly, he’s convinced that no one knows when his birthday is and that he’ll spend it with Baaya at home doing nothing. Of course she’ll get him a present but… geez, Hakubby, most people like you than you think!)