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Six more have entered the bakery.

shsl-queenofcakes:

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She sat as gracefully as she could, not used to dealing with a person her age with such manners. She listened as he assured her of his delight in her company, managing to hold the pink in her face back to a minimum.

“You’re so nice! Trust me, my eclairs are delicious. That’s actually a fact, it’s in the encyclopedia and everything.” Grinning, only half-joking, Karin cupped her cheek in her left hand, which appeared to be her dominant, surprisingly to some, and listened to him speak. He had the most soothing, lilting voice she’d ever heard. It was as if every word he said was uttered with utmost conviction; like he didn’t say things he wasn’t sure of. She found herself almost in a trance just from the sound of his voice. Luckily, she was able to snap out of it upon being asked a question.

“Hope’s Peak is incredibly varied, yeah. I mean, I know a woodcarver, a movie critic, a class representative, a soccerplayer, a mermaid…” The girl laughed, shaking her head. “She’s not really a mermaid. But she’s sure good at pretending.”

“I’ll trust you on the reputation of your baking, but the proof, as they say,  lies in the pudding.” Hakuba smirked, tilting his head as he reached for the first of the eclairs – the chocolate one. He carefully tore it in half, doing all that he could to avoid getting sticky mess on his hands, and regarded it curiously. It certainly looked good. The texture of the pastry felt correct. It smell was, too. So far, so good.

“But, yes; I’m very impressed. All of that and at high school level? It sounds more like a university… but perhaps the classes aren’t focused on your individual skill sets… You, already being an accomplished baker, wouldn’t necessarily benefit from specialized classes. I wonder if it’s the same for all students there…?”

The detective was thoughtful at this as he took a bite of the halved eclair. 

Oh God. She wasn’t kidding.

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osakansax:

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“…Easy there. You’ve got yourself a bit of a predicament, here…”

Hands immediately went to steady the half-Brit, and hoarfrost gaze took in what he could of injuries or any oddities. Never mind that nothing in his mind could be translated into his original language… free hand slipped to fish out his phone, dial 119, and then leave that matter for when he could hear the sirens… for now, Sazerac would need to do as much neutral tending as possible. “Take a good deep breath and give yourself a moment… any places where it hurts more?”

Eyes were affixed to that somewhat nasty welt on Hakuba’s forehead. Eyebrows furrowed, but apart from that his expression was relatively neutral…

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That voice. It didn’t match that face. No, no- it did. Hattori. Janus. One of the two. Hakuba moved into a sit with the given help and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to press against his temple. 

“God…” he sighed. “No, just my head. I think I’ll be all right.”

English, too. Natural, no hesitation or halted words. The foreign detective winced. Slow breaths, collecting himself. “Thank you for the assistance, Mr. Hattori. I’ll admit that I’m more embarrassed than anything.” He opted for the safer name while he puzzled out just to whom he was speaking.

Janus or Hattori, the words he spoke calmed him. Damn that accent. Damn that smooth, sultry voice. It struck him then that it was both odd and kind that the Osakan had chosen to use English to speak to him – it made it far easier to concentrate. Which was good, considering the concussion. 

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“…Oh dear.” Gentle press of two fingers against vitals. He wasn’t expecting to bump into the halfer on his way from a mission… but, leaving him to die of a possible aneurysm wasn’t exactly optimal.

Hakuba was alive. Plenty alive, really, and the touch against his skin stirred his consciousness. He groaned, sucking in a shuddering breath as he became aware of the bruises forming over his body. Hitting his head had been bad enough, but the stairs… Tumbling down those stairs had left their mark over his ribs, torso, arms – bruises. Whereas, the overhang left a nasty welt against his temple, which bled in a small, but steady stream.

Such a mundane way to get injured, really; not even a good story. Still, the detective opened his eyes and winced at the light, swallowing against the nausea from his spinning vision.

“Eh…?” Another grimace. “God…" 

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Drug Busts and Corpses || detectivephiliac

detectivephiliac:

*…Yes, they would be discussing compensation later. And Kyouko will argue so she receives as little as possible. And hopefully this case wouldn’t end up incredibly big, and thus she doesn’t have to ask her name and/or title as a detective be excluded from… everywhere.*

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Yes, we can leave immediately if that is your plan. There isn’t much more preparation I could do, anyways. …A firearm? Well, of—

*She stopped. She wanted to say yes – surely someone in her family taught her how? Kyouko searched her memories… when she was still young… she swore she could see her father scolding the rest of the family for letting little Kyouko even touch a gun, but she had no memory of firing one. Maybe she imagined that memory too. It took a lot of willpower to keep her face from scrunching up in frustration.*

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…It’s not incredibly difficult. I’ve studied people at firing ranges— (“—about ten years ago—”) —but I’ve never had to use one myself. Don’t worry about me – if the need arises, I’m sure I can handle it.

“Ah.” So she didn’t. The male detective tilted his head to one side, smile fixed on his face in a particular, reigned in excitement. Hakuba leaned on the door that he held for her, hesitating only a moment before offering a wink and a quirk of that smile, turning it into a lopsided smirk.

“Well, if all goes according to plan, you won’t need to, regardless. I have full confidence in you, but I’d rather not have to worry about gunpowder discharge or blood stains in the first place. So, let us be off." 

While waiting for her to get into the car so he could shut her door for her, he fished in his pocket for his pocket watch, which he used to verify the time against his wrist watch before putting it away. Then he checked his phone, somewhat distractedly, to reread the address for the meeting place once more. It was sure to be quite the interesting case.

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A Sweet Nothing for Emi-kun

akaikujixyaku:

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[sms] I’m just bullying you, don’t worry— Ah, that’d be a great project, if you could manage it! It’s certainly a more reasonable word count than some other writing events I’ve seen. Only if you’re certain you have that time, I’d wholly encourage the idea.

[sms] nowyouhavetosharethoughbecauseIwant

[sms] Gimme gimme. Whatever little plotty bits you’ve conjured up, I wan’em.

[Text] Well… it involves a detective.

[Text] A female detective.

[Text] And a serial killer. It takes place in America. Do you think that’s too ambitious? I’ve only been there a handful of times. I may have to get your help on some of the finer details. 

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A Sweet Nothing for Emi-kun

akaikujixyaku:

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[sms] Not that editorials are supposed to be knocked, of course? Hh-hmm. I’m glad that you’re at least enjoying it in some respect.


[sms] AND IF ANYTHING THAT JUST MAKES ME INCREDIBLY EXCITED

[sms] You’d better not be joking because I’m going to hold you to this most absolutely! Have you seriously been considering it! Oh Hakuba that’d be wonderful!

[Text] Of course not. Editorials are wonderful and should be respected and enjoyed by all. But – yes. I looked through that NaNoWriMo website and think, if my caseload isn’t too heavy, that I might like to participate. A novel in one month. The word count seems manageable…?

[Text] I’ll confess that I may have ideas for it already. I /may/ have started an outline. Perhaps. 

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A Sweet Nothing for Emi-kun

((Apparently, her reply kept getting eaten or sent private, so here it is, screencapped and glowing for posterity and your enjoyment.))

[Text] I suppose we’ll see. I’m so used to writing editorials and reports, so I’m still not entirely sure what to do with fiction. But it has been… interesting thus far. You may change your mind when you hear that I’ve been considering writing…

[Text] …a novel.

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Rain, Rain, Go Away

rutilusincendia:

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Her somewhat superior hearing made it somewhat easier to hear what that other person in the car was saying. A male, not a native of Japan, from what she could infer from the slight accent in his words. Not that it mattered, she was somewhat surprised anyone would care about her situation as the humans certainly wasn’t well-known for their kindness.

She pulled on what she hoped was a somewhat sheepish smile despite the feeling of wanting to be left alone. If the person really wouldn’t mind it, she really would definitely be more than happy to take that offer up if it meant she could get home faster and be away from the humans faster.

Perhaps she should have reconsidered that train of thought, it wasn’t the most ‘human’ thing to do. Humans didn’t usually trust their own fellow humans, after all. Though she personally didn’t have many worries as she still could burn the stranger to a crisp if they tried anything.

“I would truly appreciate it, though I don’t think I can get in and not get everything wet. I would feel bad if I do so.”

“Oh, not to worry, please, miss!” Hakuba called to her. “It’s no trouble at all, come on in out of the rain before you catch your death out there!”

Although an awkward maneuver, the detective leaned further still and unlatched the door, pushing it open a ways for invitation. Sure, he might have to get the interior of the car detailed, but it was definitely worth the trouble if he could help someone out. Especially as the Japanese seemed to have a very particular aversion to walking in the rain – something that he did in London daily. 

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Drug Busts and Corpses || detectivephiliac

detectivephiliac:

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Yes, hello Hakuba-san – it’s a pleasure to see you again. I’ve been fine, in the sense of… there is nothing particularly terrible happening in my life.

*If the occasional night terrors about being executed, and getting stressed out over a skeleton equaled fine. Kyouko didn’t feel fine (the directional possibilities of this case didn’t help to ease her either), but there was no point in talking about it. So she would just keep to simple phrases and a calm face, and give just enough to keep the conversation and curious questions away from herself. Nothing she couldn’t handle.*

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Don’t worry about any compensation. Being out and mobile is enough for me – I believe I’ve been getting a bit lazy as of late… Anyways, how about you – how have you been?

“That’s somewhat dour, isn’t it? Hm.  I’ve been well enough, myself,” Hakuba lied, thoughts ranging in a similar circle- though, sans the skeleton and all- regarding his own situation. “Just very busy. As for compensation, I’m going to insist that I pay your invoice but we can discuss that after the case if you like." 

With the supplies safely stowed, Hakuba shut the trunk and moved to open the passenger side door. "If you’re ready, we can leave straight away. I’ve actually managed to make an appointment with my contact, so the sooner we leave, the better." 

He then hesitated. "Ah, and, Kirigiri-san, do you know how to use a firearm?" 

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Six more have entered the bakery.

shsl-queenofcakes:

She shrugged, cleaning her hands with a damp cloth she’d soaked and wrung out in the sink around the corner. “It’s a good school. You’re practically guaranteed success, although..” She swept a hand towards him, gesturing at the aura of success he radiated. “I don’t think you have any worries about that.”

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At his admission that he’d be leaving soon, Karin felt a hint of disappointment. She’d hoped they could be good friends, and if they did end up growing closer she’d miss him terribly when he went. Not that she pitied him that plane ride. Yeesh.

As she was shuddering at the mere though, her detective friend had picked out a seat to sit in and was ready to, when he offered to share his time with her a bit more.

“Oh…if it’s quite alright with you, I’d love to.”

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The praise did not go unnoticed; Hakuba looked quite pleased as Karin spoke, inclining his head toward her with that same, confident smile. Things were developing well, which was good. Yes, there was the case that still needed to be taken care of, but the detective was always in need of good company. 

“Oh, yes, please do. I’d love to get to know you better, particularly if your eclairs are as good as they look. You’ll have me as a regular customer, and I should very much like for you to like me!”

Since she was joining him, Hakuba pulled out a seat for her first. He waited for her to take it, pushing it in after before sitting across from her. 

“I’m… keen on learning more about Hope’s Peak. A baker… The only other student that I know from the institution is a detective. It must be quite diverse there.”