[sms] it’s just quicker sometimes yanno
[sms] ya Edokko just talk and type too slowly
[sms] call me colleague more to my face and I’ll think of deletin’ these
[text] Oh, do you actually like being referred to as colleague? I’ll keep that in mind. I’ve been telling everyone else that you are, at least… I’ll be sure to keep that up in person.
[text] My apologies for not making that clear earlier.
[sms] nah, yer good. wouldn’t mind if ya called me ‘senpai’ tho
[sms] actually that seems like a great idea
[sms] call me Hattori-senpai and I might just delete those messages
[text] That is never happening. Also, do you need to carry your accent on even into your typing? I’m absolutely astonished that you type that way intentionally.
[text] Please don’t blackmail me.
[text] I refuse to call you senpai, but I will refer to you as my colleague. As I have done for years.
“Uh, yeah! ‘Harmless.’” S’prolly not a good idea ta mention I was serious…
“Really, Hakuba. Of course it was ‘harmless’. Now, if you’re done threatening people…I really should be on my way.”
”…my apologies. I didn’t mean to…“
“Er, which discussion was that one again?” Please put that gun down.
“Ha- Hakuba?! What are you—”
“Put the gun down.”
The gun was lowered, the detective sighed.
"It’s not loaded, you two. Completely empty. I wouldn’t actually shoot someone, least especially over something like this which… I hope to categorize and file under ‘harmless flirting’ and ‘shameless teasing.’ I’m not quite so irrational as that.”
“Oh? Is that so? So if I, say, hypothetically, kissed you… You wouldn’t mind~?”
"My reply would be that I do better with real-world examples than hypothetical situations.”
“Hattori-san, do you remember that discussion that we had regarding Nakamori-san?”
If we kissed:
If you asked me out I’d say:
Can we cuddle?:
Sex?:
Should you reblog this?:
meitanteiosaka replied to your post “((drunk text for Heiji!))”
*saves messages for future blackmail purposes* [sms] I think ya’ve had too much ta drink already
[text] Clearly. My apologies, Hattori-kun. I hope that I did not interrupt anything too terribly important, or disgrace myself too much. Please do let me know if there’s anything that I can do to make up for my gross misconduct.
[text] oi oi oi
[text] oi oi hattori
[text] oi hattori san samma saiyan jin
[text] be my senpai
[text] thati s what conan probably says huh
[text] why does he like youj more than he likes me
[text] o dpt indunrestand
[text] oi oioioioioioio ah le le oi
[text] httori
[text] hatorrri come dirnking eiwhtm e is fun
“Ah, this is lovely, indeed! Now I can utterly destroy you in chess – in style! Thank you, Hattori-san!”
The motorcycle pulled up to the large mansion, a sidecar attached just for this occasion. He also had duct tape, rope, and zip ties, just in case.
Dismounting and knocking on the door, he announced himself to the woman who answered. “Yo! I’m Hattori Heiji. I’m here ta kidnap Hakuba fer his birthday. He in?”
“Kidnapping the young master? For his birthday? Oh, that’s delightful! Come in, Hattori-kun, come in!”
Baaya was pleased. Here she was, thinking that her dear Saguru would spend another birthday moping and pretending that he was good at hiding it, but a surprise birthday party? He must have been making more friends than she thought!
It must be the hot yoga. There was no other explanation.
“He’s probably in his bedroom. Here’s the key. I’ll escort you to it; I know he doesn’t have normal friend company over often.”
