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phantom-thief-kid:

“So you do care!” He let himself grin for a bit.

“…In all seriousness, I’m not exactly sure what happened myself and what I can piece together is weird. Also, were there any odd creature or supposed monster sightings reported by anyone last night?” Might as well get that question out of the way. It was bothering him, because that waking up thing reminded him of American werewolf movies.

“O-of COURSE I care! God, Kuroba-kun…" 

Hakuba might have hung up at that point in a fit of annoyance, but when KID shifted gears, he huffed and listened instead.

"Creature… or monster sightings? I know an officer earlier was complaining about getting reports about something that was seen, but there haven’t really been details. …Don’t tell me that it’s that dragon again.”

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themoonlightthief:

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Aah, so much for that.

Spoilsport.

Lowering his hand, Kaito let out a quiet huff of annoyance and reluctantly followed after Hakuba, crossed his arms and watched the detective as he glanced around the living room. “Yeah, they do. Non-alcoholic though.“

He paused. Then motioned towards the duffel bag. “Are you planning on staying the entire night or something?”

Regarding the duffel, the detective shrugged his shoulders. “Ah, I.. well. I’m not going to make any presumptions. I just like to be prepared.”

Awkward.

“But, ah, rootbeer! Of course it’s non-alcoholic… Just like ginger beer, if I’m not mistaken.” Hakuba looked thoughtful at that, considering what he knew about the various types of beer that were not, as previously mentioned, fermented. “Applebeer, too. You don’t drink anyway, do you?”

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great-goddess-amaterasu:

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Amaterasu took the cracker in her mouth and ate it, tail still wagging. He was nice, no doubt about it. Sometimes those who carried divine objects weren’t always the most savory and this world was no exception.

She didn’t try grabbing any more crackers, instead looking around. This was a good vantage point, now that she thought about it. 

It was, indeed. Once the cracker was eaten, Hakuba turned back to his briefcase and pulled out a large file folder of documents. He settled back on the rock, peripheral focus on the wolf, and got himself situated.

“Nice afternoon, isn’t it?” he asked of the wolf. “I wonder when the rains will start to come again. It rains most days in London, at least a little bit." 

The detective took a cracker for himself, holding it in his teeth as he set another out on the very edge of the rock for her. 

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Hate Date in Osaka

meitanteiosaka:

“Oi, oi, I didn’t mean it like that. S’just that yer usually insultin’ me. S’weird ta hear ya offer ta pay fer lunch.” Oh, but it seemed that pompous attitude had returned, if only slightly. It probably said something about him that he preferred that high-and-mighty attitude to what looked to be a forced display of polite conventions.

“Ya won’t be able ta find it without a guide, yanno. An’ I’m sure it’s closer than whatever cafe ya wanted ta eat at.” He stuck his hands in his pockets and turned away a bit, attempting to look disinterested. “Buuuut if ya really wanna miss out on some’a th’ best food Osaka has t’ offer…"

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Hakuba stopped mid-step, considering. With his back to Heiji, he allowed himself to scowl at the ground til the count of five before he relaxed his rigid posture and put on that neutral facade he usually wore. 

Heiji had sort of apologized. At least almost. And he was right about the foreign detective being lost. Reluctantly, he turned to face Heiji, unable to hide the dry expression that came unbidden in response to the crooning Osakan trying to tempt him.

He let out a measured sigh. Then shrugged as if everything had just been in good humor. “Well, I can’t very well turn down something like that. I would hate to miss out on how great Osaka is or whatever. And if it’s weird, you’re welcome to pay for your own. Whichever suits your fancy, Hattori-san. I wouldn’t want to offend or impose.”

Inward huff. 

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A “Talk”

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“Saguru, could you come here for a moment?”

“Yes, Papa?”

“We’re not French, Saguru. It’s ‘tousan,’ ‘dad,’ or ‘sir.’”

“Ah right… Dad..”

“I’ve been getting a few comments lately about your investigations around the office…”

Shit. “Oh?”

“Please close the door. …Thank you. Yes, comments about the level of detail in… well, in the… How shall I put this?”

“I’m not sure. Am I in trouble..?”

“No, no… Nothing like that. It’s just that a couple of the staff have raised concerns…”

“Concerns about what?”

“That you might be taking things a little too… seriously. Now, now, Saguru, don’t make that face. They’re worried that you’re working too hard. That you’re wasting your time pulling up records that you don’t really need…”

“They have no idea what my investigations are. The information I pull is always strictly necessary.”

A heavy sigh from the senior Hakuba. “Their not knowing is part of the problem, Saguru. I give you a lot of freedom and a lot more unrestricted access to things than I really should, but I do it because I trust you and I don’t want you to be hindered. Especially with the language barrier, I-”

“I’m getting better, Dad. I’m working very hard.”

“I know you are. I know. I can see it in your face. You look tired, son.”

“…I’m fine.”

“Look, I just want you to relax for a while. Lay off all of the research and cut back on your cases. Exams are coming up, aren’t they? Some term thing?”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Well, your friends, then.”

“I don’t have any.”

“You certainly seem interested in the lives of your classmates, or so I’ve been told.”

“I… just want to be prepared.”

“Stop it. Just lay off. You remember the conversation we had about the Kuroba boy?”

“Yes.”

“Take a break. Get some air. You’re going to ruin your eyes pouring over that paperwork at all hours of the night and day.”

“I don’t think that’s necessarily true.”

“…Saguru.”

“Yes, sir?”

“Do as you’re told. I don’t want to hear any more ‘comments.’ You’re excused.”

“Yes, sir." 

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Hate Date in Osaka

meitanteiosaka:

“Not jus’ food. I know all th’ best places ta go here. Just ask Kudo! Er, if ya see ‘im, that is.” It was pretty neat, that the detective was praising him instead of putting him down and calling him ‘childish.’

…Wait a second.

Heiji blinked in confusion. Hakuba wasn’t just being polite, he was also offering to pay for lunch? Suspicious…

He leaned in, scrutinizing the other detective. “Oi, are ya okay? Yer bein’…nice.“ Not that that was a bad thing, but considering the terms they had last left on, and Hakuba’s constant criticisms of him, he found it pretty strange of the Brit.

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"Ah… I’m… usually nice, Hattori-san.” Hakuba frowned. “Most people find my company to be quite agreeable. If, ah, that’s not…" 

It was difficult to control his temper. How could he be expected to stay calm with insinuations like that? 

"All you have to say is no. I appreciate your help.” Huff. 

He turned to leave, at least in the direction of where the train station was.

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Hate Date in Osaka

meitanteiosaka:

“A bit, yeah, made with noodles an’ any type’a seafood ya want.”

He snorted. “If yer talkin’ ‘bout that crap in Tokyo, don’ even bother. It jus’ doesn’t compare ta what we’ve got here. Osaka’s where okonomiyaki comes from, after all! An’ it’s not just good, it’s great. Best with octopus an’ bonito, too. And a’course ya gotta get th’ batter jus’ th’ right consistency…" He paused for a moment, blushing slightly in embarrassment. This was Hakuba he was talking to, not Kudo. And if the Brit made one crack about his ‘enthusiasm…’

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“Sorry.”

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Blink blink.

Hakuba watched Heiji, quiet and impassive, with only bewilderment as his expression. He’d known that he was excitable, but he couldn’t recall the other detective ever quite being so… so passionate about something. Safely passionate, that is.

“Ah… no, it’s fine.” The foreign detective forced a smile, brows knitting. “It seems as though I’ve found the expert for food in Osaka.” He tried to make his smile a little broader, to show that he was fine with the exuberant display, then added:  "That’s a good thing.“

And then, "Ah, with… that… said, would you.. like to come with me? I’ll treat… since you know the way." 

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Hate Date in Osaka

meitanteiosaka:

He sniggered. “Yeah, Osaka can be pretty confusin’ fer first-timers.“ He practically lit up when Hakuba asked him about food, though. “Oh, there’re some great places ‘round here! There’s this great okonomiyaki restaurant a li’l ways away. ‘Course, they don’t have coffee, but their toasted green tea’s pretty good.”

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“I’ve, ah, been here before…”  Hakuba said quietly to correct the error, but abandoned it in favor of the Osakan’s new enthusiasm. He blinked. Took a breath to steel himself, then nodded.

“Ah, green tea is just fine. More than adequate, actually. Okonomiyaki… is like a Japanese pancake, right? Seafood?” He looked skyward, thoughtfully. “I… think I’ve had that before. And it’s, ah, good stuff, huh?”

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Hate Date in Osaka

meitanteiosaka:

Heiji stared at Hakuba’s befuddlement, not expecting that. He’d expected a condescending greeting, or just flat-out ignoring, but a polite request? Especially after their last run-in? It really threw him for a loop.

“Er, no. It’s in th’ complete opposite direction an’,” he called up a mental map of Osaka, which only took him a few seconds, “I think ya got off two stations too late. Ya’ll wanna take th’ subway back ta…" He continued on, giving Hakuba directions to the library with no animosity attached. Later, he’d probably look back on this meeting with even more confusion.

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More frowning. Hakuba nodded as he listened to Heiji’s directions, taking mental notes of where he would need to go in order to get where he needed to be. 

“Huh. I’m… really not sure how I got so turned around. Thank you, Hattori-san." 

He looked toward the direction of where he should be headed, then rubbed the side of his face with a hand, tiredly.

"Ah, Hattori-san, if I could trouble you again… before I head out that way, could you point me in the direction of somewhere nearby to get some food?  And coffee, perhaps. I’d meant to stop by a cafe on the way there, but still have a ways to go it seems." 

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themoonlightthief:

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The stream of questions pulled a quiet snort from Kaito’s lips and he stopped, glancing over his shoulder at Hakuba, before briefly directing his gaze to the muted TV. The rather terrible action movie he’d been watching before the detective came knocking was still showing, but, thankfully, it seemed to be nearing the end.

“Not really. Just the only thing on right now that caught my attention, I guess,” he shrugged.

And then a wide, sly grin stretched across his face as he turned to fully face Hakuba, hand stretched out in an expectant manner. “And I think I’ll take you up on that offer about your credit card now, if you don’t mind.“

Oho, the things he could do with that thing~

"What soda do you want? I’ve got tea in the kitchen, if that’s more your thing though.”

“Ha ha- you think I’m that naive? No. I’ll hold on to the card until you need it to pay for the pizza, and then you may borrow it for only as long as it takes to read the numbers over the phone or enter them in on your computer. And then you will hand it back to me. And while I do know that you have eidetic memory, I expect you to be respectful and not abuse it.”

Rant over, Hakuba considered for a moment, approaching the living room while scouting out a place to put his duffel down.

“Ah, do they have rootbeer? We don’t get that in England so much… I’ve always wanted to try it."