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IT WAS TOO LATE LAST NIGHT FOR THAT TOO YOU KNOW
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If we kissed:
- [x] This wouldn’t happen.
- [] Oh disgusting.
- [x] Again, again.
- [x] Kiss you back.
- [] Let’s take this to the bedroom.
- [x] Slap/Push you away.
If you asked me out I’d say:
- [x] Um no.
- [x]
YES.“I… suppose, if you’re really interested?” - [] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.
Can we cuddle?:
- [x] No.
- [] Ew.
- [x] Sure.
- [] YES.
Sex?:
- [x] Let’s do it.
- [] No. You can’t handle my d.
- [] FUCK YES.
- [x] No.
Should you reblog this?:
- [x] Yes. I want to send you one. (oh wait you already did)
- [] Yes.
- [] No.
[text] jnus [text] janus lple [text] janus i dont’m reemeber your pone number [text] plpesase giveme your phone number soican text you [text] ineed a ride [text] o camt rem,e,ner wjere ,y car wemt
Sigh.
[text] janus pls
服部平次:I promise a HEALTHY supply of duck a l’orange will be sent to your estate if you contact this number again.
19:18pm服部平次:That is regardless of whether or not you are drunk.
19:18pm
[text] yur jst saying that
[text] that stuff is theworst food
[text] dntm ake me qutoe spiceigrls at you yu know i will <3
[text] jnus [text] janus lple [text] janus i dont’m reemeber your pone number [text] plpesase giveme your phone number soican text you [text] ineed a ride [text] o camt rem,e,ner wjere ,y car wemt
…Why’re ya coverin’ up fer me, mmn? What use does a detective have in helpin’ out th’ criminals they put behind bars?
“I know that you’re not the biggest fan of Sherlock Holmes, but I think you might find the answer by reading my favorite of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s works – the The Boscombe Valley Mystery.
“If you have further questions after reading, assuming you’ll oblige, I would be happy to discuss it with you, mon cher baron. Or, if you prefer, the essay that I’m writing on that very same story will be published relatively soon on the subject.”
Quand le vin est tiré, il faut le boire.
Joyeux anniversaire, cheval blanc.
And a tasseled plant upon the hastily written note that was beside the poured drink of scotch. No name, so the only manner of identification would be the slick, italicized handwriting.
—
“He… he remembered?"
….2, 4, 5, 6.
2. A second chance
4. Kiss
5. Friendship
6. To chill
“Janus… Come by my office later; we can discuss things over tea, perhaps? I hate to think that I’ve caused you grief. I’m all right now.”
“…”
Sazerac had been in the area for business purposes. That restlessness he sought to be rid of had come useful as it was when going about his profession; a healthy dosage of paranoia for one with a more or less undercover role, but certainly too much for a teen. The Osakan did offer a hand at the very least, or a shoulder to be leaned upon, or what-have-you. Nevertheless he wasn’t used to it, if his tautness upon contact was any indication. ”I should hope that, whatever it was, your intent wasn’t on following me…”
Clothing was relatively semi-formal, erring more on the casual than formal, but he had nothing to hide—well, save his tools of the trade, though the only sharp glints would come from his gaze alone. The flavor of tonight’s murder weapon was that slackened noose around his neck; a gaudy set of old mauve and antique white stripes that saw nights worse than this and was ready to be tossed into the fire. The Kansai agent was relatively confident of his hiding it—he had to be, of course, such expertise called for that brazen confidence—but surely it wouldn’t escape the meticulous hawk eyes of any detective worth their gluttonous salt. “This way, then.”
No sign of a strangled corpse as he did what was told and made a beeline for the way out in leisurely haste. His work was done elsewhere, perhaps some yards away in another room or another building, but either way it’d been close enough that he’d heard the the bang and tumble of something heavy falling down the stairs.
Fortunately for Janus, Hakuba was somewhat distracted by the pounding in his head. Having been disarmed in this way, and by that glorious voice – which seemed to be the only thing to take the edge off the pain – the detective wasn’t even thinking about things in terms of suspicion and detail.
At least, until Janus mentioned following him.
The half-brit, leaned awkwardly against the Osakan, paused and lifted his head to look at the other’s face, brows raising in a sort of cautious and curious quizzical expression.
“No…” Hakuba said, shaking his head with another grimace. “I wasn’t following you. Should I have been?"
He wanted to look Janus over. Pick out the details, compare notes, riddle out what he might have been doing out here. But his vision doubled and got progressively worse the longer he stood. To that effect, he shuddered and grasped his arms around the other man to prevent himself from stumbling.
"Gnn… maybe I do need a moment… just, need to clear my head. My apologies. All of them.”
“…If you say so.”
Bladed gaze hovered back to the phone with a grimace of realization. He slipped it back into his pocket and glanced about, nerves stopping cold as his tongue refused to form that intoned syllabic language—an ambulance wouldn’t help if they couldn’t understand a lick of English. He’d have to assist the halfer to the nearest hospital and hope someone there would be able to help. “Get up. The nearest hospital is going to be a healthy walk away from this place.”
The agent liked to secretly pride himself on keeping that buffoon-ish visage on his face when it was needed, but when the time came to let that cold mask slide onto his face—the one most members of this ebon wolf pack seemed to carry—he would let it without hesitation. This time around was no different, even if he’d drawn the life that was asked of him.
Ah, so it was Janus. The terse orders made that abundantly clear. Hakuba pulled the handkerchief away only to grimace, reapplying it to the bleeding wound which, really, seemed only superficial. As he moved to stand, using the wall and whatever Janus was willing to offer for support, Hakuba realized that the real pain was at the back of his head.
He looked at the stairs, remembering, vaguely, the surprise of banging his head against the overhang. He must have fallen back after that and hit his head against the step. The detective frowned. He could have broken his neck that way, and for what? Exploring the sights? No- surely, he’d had another motive for coming here… But what was it?
"Thank you,” Hakuba offered lamely, lifting his other hand to the back of his head with a grimace. “I’m certain that I’ll be all right after a brief rest is all…” No, that wasn’t right. He shook his head, brows furrowed. “There was something that I needed to do… No, this is ridiculous. Please, if you could lead the way, I’d appreciate it so much, Janus."