“No, I don’t really know th’ restaurants ‘round here. I’d prefer somewhere fairly nice, but y’re payin’, so y’ decide.”
“Well…” Hakuba considered. He knew of some of the best restaurants in the city, certainly, but was appropriate for this sort of… arrangement? After a thoughtful moment’s pause, he pulled out his mobile and typed in some keywords, bringing up a list.
“How do you feel about Italian? Or are you more of a traditional Japanese connoisseur~?"
“No…?”
It was the sound of the door that drew Hakuba’s attention first – he normally kept his bedroom door locked, but it must have slipped his mind last night. That meant that he’d likely overslept and Baaya had come looking for him. Of course, it only took approximately 3.44~ seconds for the young british detective to realize that he had been very wrong in his assumptions.
It wasn’t his governess, it was the Toyama girl, and he hadn’t overslept. Nor had he, Hakuba realized with several degrees of mortification, managed to change from the previous evening’s formal wear into something suitable for sleep, but had passed out wearing nothing at all. Which was, of course, an unfortunately little detail that Kazuha now knew as well.
For a few seconds, all that Hakuba could do was stare right back at her.
Then, without taking his gaze from her face, he reached for the down comforter piled around him and pulled it over himself, very slowly, very deliberately.
“Ah, the… the ah, guest rooms are down the hall, Toyama-chan… Did you get lost?” He was still quite tired, and it came through in his voice though his mind was quite alert and more than a little embarrassed at the sudden turn of events.
2. They’re lost.
“Ah, yes, hello Toyama-chan. I’m on my way to get pick you up, but it seems as though I’ve gotten myself terribly… misplaced… in your fair city. I don’t suppose that you’re any good with directions, are you?”
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Different: Three members of the opposite sex I find attractive
Dream: Three wishes I have.
“Three women that I find attractive… there really are so many. Perhaps… Koizumi Akako, Himura Emi, and Miss Knox to start.”
“As for three wishes… let’s see:
"Yes, I think that would do quite nicely."
“Mm-hm! It’d be th’ perfect way t’ get more accurate impressions of each other.”
”An’ if Heiji has a problem with it, so be it! I’m my own person, I can do what I want without his permission.”
“I can’t really argue with either of those points, either. Ah, well, if you insist, I suppose…” Hakuba sighed. He was being ridiculous and he knew it. After a moment’s hesitation he managed a little smile, something charming and polite. “It would be my pleasure to take you to dinner, then. Is there anywhere that you’d like to go?”
He hoped that she had some place in mind so that he wouldn’t have to choose, even if it were expensive. Money was something to throw at this sort of problem.
“Y’ could take me on a date!”
God, no!
“Are you… certain that’s the best way to regain your favor? After all, I am the mortal enemy of that rival detective I thought you fancied, and the one who insulted you so publicly. I would have thought that you could barely stand to be in my presence, let alone… go on an… outing with me… Wouldn’t that make Hattori-kun angry?"
“I’m not gonna hurt y’. That’d only prove yer point.”
“Though y’ do kinda deserve it. I thought Brits were supposed t’ be gentlemen, yet here y’ are, spoutin’ negative opinions about a girl y’ve only met once.”
”…I will concede to your point and admit defeat. I am truly sorry for saying such things. You are right; it was unfair of me and unkind. Is there anything that I can do to redeem myself, Toyama-chan?“
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#((she’s offended)) #WE BARELY KNOW EACH OTHER #WHY’RE Y’ JUDGIN’ ME SO HARSHLY?
“Aha… aha… well, you see, I just… it wasn’t supposed to be… I mean, you… ah.. I didn’t know that you read my… oh god, please don’t hurt me!”
