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“Yeah, figgers ya wouldn’t go fer that. Such sports take discipline an’ self-control, which ya obviously don’t have. I’d be surprised’f ya could take down a criminal on yer own, when wits’re no longer of use. Weakling. An’ my Japanese’s just fine, ya too-polite prat.”

”…I’d rather be too polite than reckless and violent, Hattori-kun. Discipline and self-control are two things that I am very well-versed in. I’ve taken self-defense, I know how to handle various weaponry, and I am not simply a handsome face… this body is capable of many things; not that you’ll ever know.

“I would not wish to waste my time with someone as defensive and ill-tempered as you. And, no; your Japanese is atrocious; often times I can barely understand you. I’d advise you to stick to English, but it just doesn’t suit you.”

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“As if ya could. We both know yer crap at Go. Amongst other things.”

“Oh, please; I’m more than adequate at Go, but the same can’t be said for you and billiards… or chess… or cards…” He chuckled, casually. “Really, any gentleman’s game. But no, I suppose you really rather would spar, wouldn’t you~? Get out your aggression with a display of physical prowess. Tell me; do you grunt and roar, too? Or does the kansai-ben fulfil that need for your id?”

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“Yanno, I woulda said that sounded like a good idea, but I’m not one ta entertain someone without manners.”

“Ah, well that’s rather hypocritical of you, isn’t it? Such a shame; I was looking forward to beating you in a game or two, yet again.”

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If you could plan one day, the perfect day, what would it be?

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“A day with no violent crime’d be nice. But a day without a case’d be borin’, so maybe jus’ somethin’ with a riddle. An’ then a friendly duel with…anythin’, really. Swords’r Go, ‘r maybe even both. Top it all off with a trip ta my favorite okonomiyaki restaurant, an’ a nice cup’a barley tea in th’ evenin’ while watchin’ my favorite dramas.”

“So simple the needs of the savage beast… Though, honestly, if you were to top off the evening with a bit of sake, I might be persuaded to join you for the entire affair.”

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Playing Games

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The match had come and gone as agreed, and Heiji had lost. Abysmally. Well, he figured he would, anyway. He wasn’t that great at the game, and Hakuba was obviously pro at it. A shake of the hand as the Osakan gracefully admitted his defeat, and a promise for another match, this time in a game he was more familiar with.

Heiji thoroughly trounced Hakuba at igo, even though he’d played a teaching game. A bit disappointed, he promised to teach the Brit more, so that he could be a proper challenging opponent.

It became a regular thing, their matches. Not just chess and go, but shogi, checkers, backgammon, Risk. They went through numerous board games, and even a few card games, trumping the other as they went and keeping the score wonderfully even between them.

When board games lost their favor, Hakuba suggested that they move to billiards. Each week when they met for game night (usually Thursdays), the foreign detective dragged Hattori to a different pool hall or bar to try their luck. Hakuba was, as with chess, thoroughly good at the game and at first had absolutely no trouble beating the Osakan. But Hattori, for all of his brash decisions and lack of control for physical strength, did seem to have a potential that Hakuba couldn’t quite place.

So, as they’d done for other activities, Hakuba taught him the ropes. How to hold the cue, what angles were most effective for more elaborate trajectories and thus interesting and creative wins, and of course, how to hit the damn ball without sending it flying off of the table and rolling underneath the pachinko machine. 

This, unfortunately, required the two to get close at times. With a clear goal firmly in mind, Hakuba didn’t take the contact too personally. After all, if he wanted Hattori to feel how one was supposed to handle the cue, he would have to guide him. And guide him he did, hand on his, standing close behind him, pulling it back, adjusting the angle, and then the hit, arm gliding smoothly forward with just the right amount of strength to send the ball spinning just the way he wanted it to. 

Hakuba wasn’t certain if Hattori would ever have quite the finesse that he’d hoped, but at least he was well on his way to becoming someone fun to play against After each practice session, he suggested returning to the cards for poker and black jack – complete with chips, cash, and betting dares. Given the setting, it seemed appropriate and, yet again, evenly matched between the pair of them. 

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He wakes up to blond hair, slightly mussed from sleep. A hand gently cards through it, attempting to straighten it. A kiss to the crown, and the arm wraps around a shoulder, just holding until he wakes up on his own.

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“All right, I’ve kept this in my inbox for… a month and a half, now, unsure of what to do with it. Hattori, you have no right to respond to memes with things as sweet as this. It’s… it’s…! Just don’t! Waking up next to me, honestly… I just… I’m so entirely done with you.”

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(Ugh why did I let you talk me into this?) “Knock knock.”

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3. My character walking in on yours having a tea party with stuffed animals.

“….Ya okay, Hakuba?”

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“Ya want ta…what?” Was he being serious? He didn’t look drunk… “Er, no, ‘m good. Really. ‘ll come back again later.” A lot later.

“Ah, what was that, Miss Knox?”  Hakuba turned his head from Heiji to look to the tiger, waiting a moment before he nodded. “Ah, quite right, yes. Your head would, more specifically, be to the North-West, following that angle… and, ah, you’re not planning to stay? Such a shame. I was looking forward to pinning you up with red thread – it was the multiple gunshots that did him in, not the tea, after all…" 

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(Ugh why did I let you talk me into this?) “Knock knock.”

meitanteiosaka:

3. My character walking in on yours having a tea party with stuffed animals.

“….Ya okay, Hakuba?”

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The sudden intrusion startled the tea party occupants, but fortunately not a drop was spilled. The foreign detective paused with his hold on the tea cup just inches from his face, poised for another sip.

“Well, I was all right until you showed up. Is there any particular reason why you’ve decided to drop by today, unannounced, Hattori? As you can see, I’m very busy at this particular moment.”

Hakuba brought the cup the rest of the way and took a nice, long sip from the cup before setting it back down, silently, on a tiny, matching plate. He then glanced to his plush company – a well-worn rabbit, a little black dragon (that may have been a modified Toothless), a relatively new-looking tiger, and a giraffe whose neck was bent under the weight of its head. 

"I apologize for the interruption, my friends – oh, what’s that? You want Hattori to-? Ah, very well.” Raising a brow, he turned back to the Osakan. “My company has suggested that I ask you to join us, but I’m afraid that there’s simply not any room unless you’re willing to play the murder victim, which would require you to lie supine right over-” he paused for a moment, making mental calculations from the table to a spot on the rug a little over a yard in distance. “-there, 47 degree angle from this position, three feet, six inches, head to the, ah,” Hakuba hesitated, and pulled the tiny notebook from his breast pocket to double check the facts, “Oh. To the north, if you please.”