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fennel

fennel: how do you feel right now?

“Quite tired, actually… it’s been a very, very long night. Far too much paperwork on top of my school exams and reports… I’ll be lucky if I make it to bed tonight, too.”

[x]

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♔+ ♦ (because that combination is making so much sense~)

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes
♦: Slow dancing
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“I have to say,” Hakuba laughed, hands in place on Kaito’s lower back as they moved in slow circles over the rug in his bedroom. “These clothes really don’t fit you at all… much as I like seeing you in a suit." 

It was one of those days where homework just didn’t seem all that important, and a random question had the half-brit showing off the sound system in his room, which led to the discussion of dancing, which… well, Hakuba still wasn’t sure why Kaito was wearing his clothes, but he hardly questioned Kaito’s actions anymore. He usually had no motive other than curiosity, and there was nothing that could be done about it. 

[x]

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♗

kuroba-k:

♗:Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap.

Yet
another heist that had ended in a horrible nightmare. The thief,
currently back to being Kaito was exhausted. Neither him nor Hakuba –
apparently – had known that Spider was back in Japan. At least the Brit
had seemed just as surprised as he was, when the illusionist suddenly
popped up during their banter on the roof. It was a lot like the first
time around, reality had blurred around the edges and suddenly they were
in the middle of horrifying scenarios. At least Kaito had known what to
make of it this time and he was set on making the illusionist work to
flip his brain. The needle he had felt hitting his neck right before the
blurry first moments was proof enough, the other wasn’t comfortable
enough to hypnotise him without drugs.

He was about to drown –
literally and was just thankful enough for the fact that Spider did not
seem to know about his phobia to actually manage and make him scream in
terror, when another gush of real water had hit him. It was an awful,
but obviously effective method to wake someone up. Drenched in water he
had made his escape, leaving another hastily made up riddle for the
assassin to throw him off, too. And then he raced downstairs again,
reviving Kaito that had been around as a consultant for this heist,
before racing right back up again. He made a lot of noise, imitating the
force coming up on the roof, so when he finally barged out into the
cold night air, the red lights were gone. He was more than glad to find
Hakuba alive and more or less alright. He looked ‘only’ shellshocked.

Because
of the roadblocks and masses of people, Kaito had asked the detective
to come along with Jii-chan and him, they could just drop him off at
home.

So, sliding in to the backseat, he was barely awake
himself, he didn’t even care anymore that his hair was more than
obviously damp, which would have counted as further proof on his other
identity for the detective. But he obviously was just as tired, judging
by the fact that he had slid down the backrest and unceremoniously
dropped right in Kaito’s lap. Oh well, he had saved his hind, so… he
patted the blonde’s cheek and pushed some hair out of his face, before
his own head dropped as well and his hand just lay still.

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Source: [X]

Not far away from the door stood a silver Aston Martin DB5 and the person having knocked was clad in a black leather shoes, a black suit with an off white shirt and a blue tie, he had light skin and blue eyes were hidden behind a pair of small, silver rimmed glasses. The only thing that never seemed to change about Kaito was his wild mess of dark brown hair. Otherwise he gave off an air of serene professionalism.

“Sir,” he started off in a well-practiced British accent, as soon as the door opened, “I am afraid that Q is not available as of this week, so I have taken the liberty of preparing your car. May I introduce myself?” He took to a quick bow, although not in the distinctly Japanese fashion. “I’m generally referred to as K. And please, I’d appreciate if there aren’t any remarks of kid towards me, I am older than I look.” A very, very quick smirk crossed his face before he looked perfectly composed again.

“As I began with, I took the liberty to add a few advantages to your current car. And if you would be willing, we can go and put them to a test. I assume you have a suit ready as well, because it has been arranged that we stop on our way to pick up your new assignment.” He looked at him as if this setting was perfectly normal and perfectly real. Then again… it really gave it an odd sense of realism because this actually was a rather large mansion with some British influences. The only thing missing now was a Bondgirl peeking around the door, clad in sinfully thin silk robes.

Oh, this was going to be such a fun day, without the stupid generic chocolate and roses, he would have felt awkward for doing that – he’d never taken to it, forgot about it and wondered why he suddenly got chocolate presents and… no. This however… was his way of celebrating Valentine’s at least this year.

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To say that Hakuba had been expecting it was a bit of an overstatement, though he really hadn’t foreseen all of the elaborate planning that had gone into it. Though, as he followed Kaito with a somewhat startled expression, he quickly began to realize that there was no way of knowing just how much of what he’d said was real at all; Kaito was good with acting, especially improv, and flights of fantasy were nothing new for the supposedly-not-a-thief. 

All the detective could really do was shrug at first, deciding to trust him and go along with whatever was planned or imagined. Fortunately, Hakuba wasn’t that bad at coming up with material on the fly, either. 

“Oh, I believe that I have something set aside, yes…” he responded casually, slipping into the act as he reached inside is suit jacket and pulled out a pair of dark shade sunglasses. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, K…” he said, slipping the glasses into place, small grin turning into a charmingly smug smirk. 

“You may refer to me as Bond. Saguru James Hakuba Bond." 

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