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themoonlightthief:

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Well, it was working a little bit.

Hakuba’s simple presence directly after a heist like that definitely was enough to make the magician feel a hint uneasy. And anxious. Not that the detective actually had any proof that he was KID, but—

…Had he just said he’d been sloppy?

“How could I have been sloppy? I wasn’t even there!” Kaito protested, pushing away from the wall with a far from pleased expression, but before Hakuba could answer, he waved a hand and turned in the direction of the kitchen.

“Y’know what? Don’t answer that. I’m so not in the mood for an argument. …What kinda pizza do you want?”

It was maddening, how Kaito continually avoided the admission that they both knew. But, in this instance, Hakuba decided to let it slide – just for the time being. After all, he was already on very dangerous ground, having walked right into enemy territory without even calling ahead. And Kaito, somehow, had been gracious enough to let him in.

“Ah, anything is fine, really… Something with mushrooms, perhaps?”

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Hate Date in Osaka

meitanteiosaka:

Heiji reared back, dumbstruck. Hakuba chastising him in that annoying condescending tone he was used to. But this? Well, the Brit was being honest, he supposed. He just hoped that was a good thing. And he felt a little guilty; he hadn’t meant to embarrass the other boy.

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“Of course I can,” he replied in English. His accent was American, with a slight Japanese lilt. “In fact, I think it would be interesting to take classes abroad. England, America, Australia, any of them. I like trying new things. And it might not even matter if I was at the top of my class or not, because I know I would have done my best. And if I didn’t succeed, then that’s more reason to push myself. No one’s perfect, after all, and there’s always room for improvement.“ He took another bite of okonomiyaki, ignoring the stares from Katsura. That’s right, the man had never heard him speak English before, had he?

"I’m sorry for embarrassing you. It wasn’t intentional.” There. He’d apologized. All that was left was to see how Hakuba reacted. And if the detective wanted, he’d continue to speak in English.

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For a moment, all Hakuba could do was stare. Slowly, as the Osakan went on his self-important ramble, the foreign detective’s jaw actually dropped. The words that Heiji had said were ultimately unimportant and easy to dismiss; he couldn’t care any less for his aspirations of being his best and ego, but the way that he said them… The accent, the diction, the… everything. 

“Good God,” Hakuba said, voice a whisper and also in English, without realizing it. “Flawless. Utterly… flawless." 

The chopsticks clattered as they fell from Hakuba’s hands and onto the plate and he turned toward Heiji, wide-eyed.

"Y-you… you’ve been able to speak perfect English this entire time… with.. with that voice … and you… insist on…”

Hakuba ran a hand through his hair. “Bloody hell, Hattori-san…" 

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phantom-thief-kid:

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His stomach gave a guilty lurch. Yes, he was lying, but Hakuba didn’t sound up for it, especially with how he wasn’t sure what was going on, himself. “That sounds wonderful, Hakuba.“

"I’ll call you again some time soon to… arrange something or other. Though I guess it might be after the charity event at this rate.”  The detective sighed. “So much to do… mmn. Have a pleasant evening,  mon attirante voleur.”

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Hate Date in Osaka

meitanteiosaka:

Heiji felt like he was talking himself into a hole, if Hakuba’s body language was anything to go by. Every time he spoke, the Brit tensed up more and more.

He wanted to hit his head against the counter. Nothing he said seemed to cheer the other detective up. He didn’t even know why he was trying anymore.

Fine. One last try.

“Look. S’obvious I’ve offended ya. So jus’ tell me what I said wrong.”

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It frustrated Hakuba that Hattori could be so direct. So… aggressive, even in a public setting. He took a deep, but quiet breath, held it for two heartbeats, then let it out slowly, calming himself. He could address the matter civilly and appropriately, right? Even though it was Hattori. 

“Everything you said was wrong." 

Oh. Maybe not. 

The foreign detective glared down at the food in front of him, picking at it uselessly with his chopsticks. Not because he couldn’t use chopsticks – he was actually quite skilled with them! – but because he really could not bring himself to eat while this upset.

"Do you have any idea how embarrassed I am? How hard it is to… to be here and look like an idiot, unintentionally offending others because of my.. my lack of super secret special knowledge that you possess? God, Hattori, it’s almost as if you just don’t get it. I’d… I’d like to see you try to survive in England for a week, let alone take classes AND manage to stay at the top of your class in school. Can you even speak English?!”

All of this was said quietly, the end a hissed whisper. He didn’t want to draw attention to them, but it was difficult when things were heated. And, clearly, he was upset. 

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phantom-thief-kid:

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“Yeah. But I doubt it’d happen, Hakuba. Despite the magic thing, I’m not a dragon. That would be cool, I have to admit.” He stretched out and yawned.

This reaction did surprise Kaito, Hakuba being something other than either dismissive or having his brain break due to how illogical stuff like magic was.

“Maybe some other time." 

Hakuba closed the laptop and looked at the case files on his desk, eyes tiredly narrowing at them.

"I’m… very relieved to hear that you’re all right, Kaito-kun. Very, very relieved. And appreciate that you called me to tell me before I terrorized the force into organizing a search and rescue party.”  He stifled a yawn. “…but I think I’d better get back to work.”

He leaned over, resting his forehead against the desk. 

“Dinner… some time soon?”

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phantom-thief-kid: 

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“Of course I mean the stage trick, Hakuba. What, you think I turned into a dragon? Well, if I did, I would have broken into your place and laid there, just to see your face when you saw me.” He just grinned for a moment. Him as a dragon would’ve been interesting, admittedly. Flying would probably be fun, too.

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“I think I would like that if you did,” Hakuba answered honestly before he really had a chance to think that through. He left the window seat and went to his desk, pulling up his laptop.

“Probably an white, eastern-style dragon for you… Would you really visit me if that happened?”

Hakuba hadn’t slept in a while, which perhaps explained the rather non-detectivey response, but he didn’t seem to notice, distracted by looking up images on the internet.

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Some Nights (blackfeatherswhitedoves)

blackfeatherswhitedoves:

KID remained silent as he worked on the lock, the door clicking open in a manner of seconds.  One day he’d have to officially thank Chikage for letting him play with locks so much as a child; it was an extremely useful skill for someone such as himself.  Still, he barely noticed Hakuba there until he was standing up and opening the door, allowing his guest to enter first.  To say the least, he hadn’t noticed the stain on his suit, and the low lighting still made it difficult to discern any dark spots on Hakuba.

“Physically, yes.  Right now.  Are you?"  The thief frowned in worry, waiting for Hakuba to enter first and closing the door behind them.  He was careful to relock it, hoping to avoid suspicion.  Carelessness always spoiled a getaway, and with an innocent in tow, he refused to take unnecessary risks.

Hakuba moved through the door, getting out of the way before looking back at Kaitou again. "I think…” he began to say, then really looked at himself. Tear in his suit in three places, two of which were wet with blood as he touched them. That was… troubling. He grimaced, touching and prodding at the wounds to feel how deep they were, though it was difficult to tell. 

“I’ve been hit, I think. Ah, I hope that’s not my blood on your suit.” He gestured toward the  dark splotches on white. He turned back to the rest of the room. “I’m going to see if there are any utilities running to this place, still…" 

The shop, despite being closed, was full of clothing racks and shelves. Costumes, dresses, wigs, and props a-plenty. The detective thought it was a little eerie, honestly, and strayed past the row of really creepy manikins.

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Tea, or coffee? And regardless of which, how do you take it? (straight, with sugar or milk, etc.)

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Tea- if it’s a good Earl Grey, I take it with milk and two sugars. Most other teas (even Asian) are usually with a combination of sugar and honey, depending on what is available. Honey is particularly good in green tea, I’ve found.

Coffee- I like with both milk, cream, and sugar… I suppose I have a little bit of a sweet tooth, if I were to be completely honest.

I’ll drink it black if I have to, however. Function over form, I suppose, when necessary…

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phantom-thief-kid:

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“Yeah!” Kaito grinned even wider. It’d been a while since he’d performed elaborate tricks when not KID, so he was ecstatic for this. (That lack of performing, though, was partially due to how often he was running around as KID lately.)

“I’ve got the tricks planned and I figured out how to incorporate the red lines during that night, if I can’t blot them out with makeup or disguising tricks. I’m not going to do anything too dangerous, such as fire breathing. I’d rather not give anyone a heart attack. And mistakes would hurt, even with the invulnerability.”

“F-fire… Fire breathing?" 

Hakuba looked at his reflection in the window he was seated next to, noting his own, confused frown with some dismay.

"Ah, you… you mean the stage performance trick, surely… not that you, yourself, can breathe fire now?" 

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phantom-thief-kid:

“It’s fine,” he said airily. Keeping secrets was always a pain, but this was getting ridiculous. As soon as he had finally let someone in on it, the universe decided it was time to add on to the double life, just for shits and giggles. (Maybe he pissed off someone in a previous life?)

“Anyway, how have you been, disappointment and panic aside?”

“I’ve been… fine." Hakuba looked at his watch. "Thank you for asking." 

He wasn’t fine, but Kaito didn’t need to know that. Time for a diversion of his own. "Are things still looking good for the charity benefit? Mum’s in town now. She’s… very excited."