phantom-thief-kid:

“You aren’t.” KID ran a finger through the frosting and licked it off. “Adorable, huh? I’ve not heard that from you before.“

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"For the sake of my sanity, I’m going to ignore that and continue to believe that I am dreaming. And/or drunk.”

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“And because of that, I will now fully admit that, yes, you are adorable, tiny or otherwise. I guess you haven’t managed to figure out all of those things I said to you in French, hm? I actually have quite a long list of compliments I could give~”

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“And, wow, this cake is so good!”

phantom-thief-kid:

KID sat down, a bit annoyed by his miniature state. There were some opportunities that he could capitalize on, though…

“You’re in rather a good mood, detective.” He took a bite.

“There’s piles of good food about (and duck, but we won’t talk about that), you’re here and incredibly adorable, and I’m fairly certain that I’m dreaming… or very, very drunk… It’s hard not to be in a good mood!”

To be fair, Hakuba hadn’t been eating much at all the last several days, so it was about time to fix that.

An unmarked package arrives on Hakuba’s doorstep. A letter is attached. “Mr. Hakuba,” it reads. “While excavating some ruins in Wales, we have uncovered a strange item. With your permission, we would appreciate it if you could examine it and send us back the results. Signed,” and here the signature was blurred, the ink having rubbed off during transit and poor handling. Inside was a strange item, looking somewhat like an emu or dinosaur egg.

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“Well, that’s… somewhat unusual. And you’re not sure who sent it, Baaya?”

“No, sir… it was on the doorstep this afternoon. Apparently, there was no signature required.”

“The return information is missing, too… That’s troubling. I wasn’t expecting anything.”

“It’s a good thing that you’re a detective, or that might be a problem.”

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“Thank you, Baaya.”

Hakuba brought the box to his bedroom and opened it at his desk. “An egg? How peculiar.” 

He removed it from the box and handled it gently, inspecting it from top to bottom with interest. “Very curious…” It didn’t appear to be a real egg, at least not any that he was familiar with, so he set it upon his desk to act as a rather large paperweight. 

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He’d need to get a stand for it to prevent it from rolling off. 

hannah-shikari:

Startled at the sudden addition to her voice ringing through the neighbourhood, she had to pause and listen to reconfirm. Certainly, that was a clearly male someone calling the name of her dog, though that didn’t quite sound like her brother. Despite the sound of blood rushing through her ears, she could hear the sound of a barking dog. Hope fluttered in her heart and it was a split-second decision to turn back and follow the sound.

Without paying any disregard to her appearance, she jogged while following the source of the sound. Sweat trailing down her face and neck, hair mused up from all the running she did without properly tying it into place, make-up probably a bit more than smudged, feet sore and probably covered with more than just a few scratches, none of it all mattered in her mind.

Turning the corner, she couldn’t help the exclamation of her canine partner’s name the moment her eyes landed on the barking beagle.

Akio! Come here, boy!“ clapping her hands a few times did the trick, it seemed, as he tugged the make-shift leash (she couldn’t quite see that far, really) free before quickly sprinting over to her open arms. Of course, being covered by dog kisses came next, which was expected as she allowed the little pup to crawl himself all over her and plant as many kisses as he wanted on her face. She was just relieved to know that she had him back. ”You silly dog, you make me so worried about you. Don’t scare me like that again.

Pleased that his idea worked, Hakuba approached the pair with an easy smile, lifting a hand in greeting.

“Good evening! I’m guessing that this pup belongs to you, then?” The detective tilted his head, coming to a stop a few feet away. “If you don’t mind, I’d love to get my tie back.”

The tie was probably a little ragged by that point, having been dragged by the dog, but it had served its newly-appointed purpose well. 

askkudoushinichi:

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“You’re welcome,” he added quickly before tensing up at the mention of his own father. He hadn’t seen either of his parents in awhile actually. Not since that little stunt his mother pulled with the handcuffs.

“My dad is… well…” It was difficult to find the correct words. Ever since his parents had left he had been hounded by many fans and reporters into telling them about him. Where he was. What he was working on now. What was he drawing inspiration on. When he would be finished. He had gotten so used to giving vague responses but no one had asked him in such a long time. Perhaps he was just out of practice.

“He and my mother are in Europe right now, I think. She calls about once a week to check up on me and everything going on here. He’s just working on a new book. They take up a lot of his time and focus so I don’t really talk to him all that much.”

In fact, he hadn’t had a serious conversation with his father in years. The man was too busy writing his novels and Shinichi was too busy trying to be better than him. It was more of a rivalry than anything.

It seemed as though neither detective, despite being notoriously egotistical, really wanted to talk about himself. Odd. 

Hakuba nodded as he listened, as he usually did. “Europe! Unfortunate that I’m not there to meet them.” He chuckled after that, the sound somewhere between a playful joke and a legitimate regret. He would have loved to meet them, but just because they were in Europe in no way meant that he would be in the same area, that they would have time/interest, or that he would even have the guts to approach them.

He moved on, continuing down the sidewalk with the other detective. “How’s your caseload, if you don’t mind my asking? I remember a little while ago that you were quite prolific.”

hannah-shikari:

Silently watching the strange male tie the thing around his neck onto his collar, the little pup obediently sitting down and waiting. Of course, the only thought going through his head was probably the idea of going out for a walk from the familiar gestures. He wouldn’t deny going out for a walk, walks were fun and the little pup liked fun. Or well, walks with his owner, at least. Oh well, there’s still no reason to deny a walk and the happy pup barked in what you could say was agreement, following the stranger out. You can imagine how different the atmosphere was between the dog and the owner.

That silly dog, running out at a time like this,“ somewhat grumbling, as unlady-like as it was. She was frustrated, tired, and worried. If it helped with getting rid of the excess energy from the adrenaline, it was probably already done even if she wasn’t conscious of it.

Despite how tired she felt, she pushed on. Just a few more blocks, then maybe she would go home if she still hadn’t found him. She could only hope that the little pup was uninjured.

Hakuba took the dog down the street and around the block, on the lookout for anyone who might be looking for a dog. On the way, he talked to the pup, conversing lightly about the weather, asking questions about what kind of toys he preferred, and all manner of pet-owner nonsense.

Two blocks further and the detective wondered if he was going about this all the wrong way.

"You know, Akio, I think we’re going to have to try a different tactic. Just bear with me, all right, love?" 

He gripped the makeshift leash firmly in one hand, then lifted the other to his mouth to help carry the yelling he was about to do. "Aaaakio!” he called, loudly. “Aaakio! Where are you?”

Clearly, Akio was in his possession, but if there were anyone else out there looking, they might hear the familiar call and come running, right? It seemed a safe enough tactic, anyway, as long as it didn’t too badly upset the dog. Then again, beagles were known to bay quite loudly when they wanted, so if the dog wanted to help out, it’d be all the better.

Hate Date in Osaka

meitanteiosaka:

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“Nah, I’ve got other things ta do.” Routine patrols, heading down to the station to see if any crimes needed solving, maybe hang with Kazuha…Those sorts of things. And Hakuba was only interested in the library, not sight-seeing, so it wasn’t like there was a need to keep him company.

“S’not a problem. Ya just remember what I said, yeah?” He took Hakuba’s hand, not in a crushing grip, but still firm, and shook it. It felt good to part on better circumstances, especially considering the last time they’d seen each other. “Ya take care now, hear?“

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After shaking Heiji’s hand, Hakuba pulled back from the contact, and offered a genuine smile. There were still so many issues that they had between them, but somehow they’d managed to get through lunch with only one major mishap. Incredible.

The foreign detective nodded his thanks again before turning to head toward the train station as directed. "I’ll remember and, thank you, Hattori-san… I hope that you’ll do the same.”

What are the identifying marks on your body?

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“It’s not as much a secret as I’d prefer it to be, despite my best efforts, so I suppose I will answer.

"I have several scars on my lower back… I really don’t know how many, but most are small, and I’ve never wanted to ask anyone to help me count. If you want to know what they look like, well… I’m not about to show you, or anyone else. But they look about how you’d expect with such a weapon as a fire poker.”

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phantom-thief-kid:

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“It’s not comfortable, sitting in this blood, but I wanna get this stuff straightened out before I head off to shower. The anticipation and worry building up like that as you wait for me to reappear clean? Bad.” And Hakuba fretted enough as it was.

“But that would be a wise idea, having my other side caged up.” He gave Hakuba a smirk. “I have a pacifist reputation for a reason. I’d rather not attack people, even as the king of beasts.

"Maybe you could train my lion self over time and I could be your oversized cat? Wonderful to have for keeping warm on chilly nights, I would imagine.” Jesting there, but making jokes would probably keep Hakuba reasonably calm.

“I’m… not actually a ticking time bomb, you know… I can handle stressful situations.” Just not when they were about Kudou. Or feelings. Or half a dozen other, important topics. 

“For this, I’ll recommend that you wear a harness under your clothing… loose, so that it can accommodate the lion’s form. That would at least make it easier to recapture you, should you escape. Securing your house would be another step." 

The detective looked thoughtful. ”…as for training, I’ve never actually owned a cat before. I’ve got experience training dogs… Horses I’ve worked with. My hawk, of course. But a lion? How do I know you wouldn’t just eat me up?“ 

Hakuba smiled at this… mostly because he’d managed to follow the KID lion earlier with great success in the not getting eaten department.