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“Emi-kun’s mun just told me that I throw myself too many pity parties… Is that true? I wonder… Perhaps I should reevaluate my pity party budget and cut back. I’d hate to be fiscally irresponsible about that sort of thing… even if I can afford it, it’s impractical."
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bothsidesguys: Dino Busch for Harbor Magazine by Marie Schmidt. marieschmidt.com // from: thefashionisto.com
Aaron: boy, do I have a link for you!
More NaNo (oocic)
Hakuba: Oh, good! You’re at work. Ready for another day of listening to nothing but Selena Gomez?
Me: …are you /sure/ that you’re not secretly a preteen girl?
Hakuba: Yes, very certain. Oh! Put that song on repeat, please.
Me: love you like a love song… well okay then…
Hakuba: and I keep hitting repeat-peat-pea-
Me: I’m trying to work, Hakuba.
Hakuba: Fine. Instead, I will tell you more about the amazingly attractive thief character who steals my main character’s heart and-
Me: ohgodstop I already have to listen to you talk about Kaitos all day!
Hakuba: He wears a red hoodie. And steals a kiss in a way that will make all of my readers /swoon/~
Me: letting you participate in NaNoWriMo was one of my worst ideas, I swear
Hakuba: It’s especially funny that it seems I’ve recently been followed by some other blogs that, tee hee, enhance his character…
Me: pleasestoptalking
Hakuba: He also wears a red, leopard-print cat suit yes.
Me: woaaahh I did /not/ need that mental imagery rhjekdijnfjke
Hakuba: :3!
“I DON’T n-need your sympathy!”
“Oh, come now. I’m certain that some part of you enjoys it. I heard something about a need for a holiday on a tropic isle…?”
There’s a yelp and suddenly, a tiny white figure comes flying – falling? – towards the blonde, not having enough time to react or release its small glider, before it smacks him dab in the chest, tiny fingers grasping tightly onto Hakuba’s shirt to keep itself there.
“Ah!” Hakuba instinctively reached his hands up to catch the small figure, supporting his weight with both arms. “Uh, hello there. What in the-"
Blink. Blink.
"Ah… … … … You… Wha… … Huh?”
A Tale of Rifles and Silver Bullets
“Come along, then.” He headed back inside and said, “As you are aware of the circumstances surrounding Kudou, I’ll explain this now. I currently reside in the Kudou house, for the apartment I was living in burned down and he permitted me to stay here. I keep watch over the area for those crows we talked about in passing before.”
He headed to the kitchen and adjusted his glasses once. “Anyway, would you like something to eat or drink? This will be a long story, Hakuba-kun.” He still had the strong urge to bite into Hakuba’s neck and drink his blood, but this wasn’t quite the time. He needed to do so when Hakuba was sufficiently distracted.
The young detective followed along obediently, pace brisk and light. Once they were inside, he opened his mouth to inquire but quickly found it unnecessary. “Oh,” Hakuba said, blinking once as he came into the kitchen. “I was just about to ask, actually. So you know Kudou-san personally, then? And you live here?” The half-brit whistled, impressed, taking that moment to look around. “I’ve always wondered what it was like in here… Ah, how long have you been here? Have you met Kudou-san’s parents? Oh, I’ve read all of Kudou Yuusaku’s novels and-”
Hakuba cut himself off with a sheepish laugh, raising his free hand to rub the back of his neck. “Ah hah, my apologies. I’m getting ahead of myself. Some tea would be wonderful, yes, unless- ah, wait,” he glanced at his wrist watch. “It’s far too early to drink, isn’t it? Tea is more than sufficient.”