The Interim

smokebombsandmirrors:

That was all he needed to know. Kaito felt a smile slowly work its way across his face. A crazy unhinged smile that held a laugh behind it. This crazy detective. Taking in why expression he stepped aside, sobered his expression, and whistled twice.

“I shouldn’t have pushed like that. I know you hate him. It just caught me off guard.” Kaito said and watched the stairs.

Hakuba turned away from him, reaching for the wooden box of tea on the table in a huff, then gathered up his letters to stuff them back into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. “I don’t believe that I need you to tell me how I feel about anyone,” he snapped, ears pink with the heat of his broiling emotions. 

He briskly moved past him, turning only once he was just ahead to offer a polite bow, though the scowl stayed fixed firmly in place. “Thank you for the tea. Good day, Kuroba-kun. I hope you have a wonderful life.”

As much as it hurt to be leaving like this, but the detective couldn’t see any other alternative, not with Kaito laughing at him. He turned stiffly on his heel again and marched for the door.  It had been a mistake to come. 

The Signs thoughts

12-stars:

Aries: I’m better than all of you assholes

Taurus: I could eat some cake right now.

Gemini: I’m going to pretend I care about what you just said

Cancer: I need hugs and cookies.

Leo: Fuck u bitch I’m fabulous, bow down to me. 

Virgo: You’re all uncultered swines.

Libra: Stop war hug more

Scorpio: I tired of your bullshit, I just wanna sleep

Sagittarius: I wanna fuck your girlfriend

Capricorn: Sex sex sex sex sex sex sex

Aquarius: I’m hot and gay.

Pisces: Fuck my life.

[text] Oh, please. I’d /never/ do anything of the sort~
[text] Silly, drunk detective
[text] That will be one painful hangover later
[text] Would you like me to come over and /take care/ of you~?

[text] dosi t nivolve a blankfet fort?
[text] ketty soundsn ice
[text] nfedd to hiddemy walelet from yu forist tho
[text] bllody hell wehrs is it

Love Week – Day Two

motorcyclesandkatanas:

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Hattori accepted his menu and opened it up, eyes glancing over the different items, every once in a while flicking upwards to look at Hakuba. It was, rather awkward, though he didn’t really understand why. They were just, two guys having dinner together.

“Thank ya, ya look pretty good yereself.” Hattori answered, eyes back on his menu.

“Thank you, Hattori-kun.” Hakuba was careful to give the kun just a little bit of emphasis, just in case the Osakan had forget where their current formality level lay. At least with Hattori’s attire, it was easier for the half-brit to suspend his sense of reality, shifting focus to, yes, a pleasant dinner with a client. Someone in need of his assistance. That was far easier to deal with than, er, anything else at present. 

After a moment of deliberation, he glanced up from the laminated cardstock to look the other detective over again, then offered a small, polite smile. 

“How have your cases been, as of late?”