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shsl-queenofcakes replied to your post:Have you ever been under an anesthetic?

“I will pay you cash money to find a safer line of work.”

“Ah, Kanoya-san… you have always been so kind to me, and it’s sweet of you to be concerned. Alas, I’m not interested in the financial aspect of the job… though it does pay fairly well as a private consultant… It’s the work itself that calls to me. 

"Rest assured, however; if I am ever rendered physically unable to continue the work, I would consider taking tenure as a professor at a university. I don’t expect that should happen – without rather unfortunate circumstances – any time soon, however.”

“You needn’t worry, though, Kanoya-san… It would take a lot to take me down. Particularly when I have dear friends like you to live for~”

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Hospital Hospitality || shsl-queenofcakes

shsl-queenofcakes:

Karin’s dull mood, brought about by being stuck in this place and also expected to eat gelatin from a box, was blown away by what she seriously considered to be a sight for sore eyes. Her own smile lit up her pale, uncolored face and a sudden fire went back into her brown eyes free of any contact lenses. She looked over at him adoringly and reached a hand out to touch the flowers, bring them closer to her, smell them.

“Hakuba-san! How did you even know I was here? I’m so glad you came to visit me, you don’t even know. It really means a lot.”

The detective let her take the flowers – they were for her, after all, and pulled a chair over to sit at her bedside. “I went by the bakery for more of those eclairs – I have to admit that they’re dangerously addicting – and was both surprised and saddened to find that you were not there. It was  simple matter, investigatory-wise, to discover your location and…” Hakuba shrugged, finally sitting. “Here I am.”

Leaning back in his chair, Hakuba looked her over, appraising her condition. “So, are you willing to give me the details? Whose kneecaps do I need to bust?”

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Hospital Hospitality || shsl-queenofcakes

“So what was this that I heard about my favorite baker being stuck in the hospital?” Hakuba stood at the doorway of the hospital room, smile fit somewhere between dashing and teasing. The expression softened some, though, as he stepped inside, pulling out a bouquet of daises from behind his back. 

“How are you holding up, my dear? And what, pray tell, happened to you?”