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[[ Saguru,
I really, really appreciate your help around London. I wouldn’t have minded getting lost in sich a beautiful city, but it was way more fun getting to look around with you. Thank you.
If you’re ever in LA, let me know. I’ll return the favor.
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Stumble————!!
It wasn’t a habit of hers, but she may have drank just a smidge too much that night. She was perfectly legal, having turned twenty-one only four months ago, but hadn’t decided to take part in the wonders of alcohol until now.
Drinking wasn’t all that exciting of an idea while sitting at the bar, her hands folding nervously in her lap, but a few drinks had been downed since then. With her mind feeling fuzzy and her arms weighing heavily at her sides, she stumbled down the street ahead of her companion with a warm face and a blissfully sweet smile on her face.
She didn’t seem to mind the nightly chill in the air, or the fact that the strap on one of her heels was coming loose thanks to her uneven steps and shuffling. Whoops. Maybe she did now that she noticed it digging into her ankle.
”S—Shoot…” Without thinking, she leaned forward to fix the damned thing. Not expecting the sudden rush of nausea and dizziness, the ground pitched and tilted away from her — then back again.
If he hadn’t hurried to catch her, she would have promptly and messily kissed the pavement. Thankfully, he was quick on his feet.
Madison doubled over after recovering and managed to fix her strap after a few moments of grunting and slurred cursing. Once done, she stood as straight as she possibly could and leaned into his grasp with a giggle. What a gentleman. Such a kind and handsome gentleman. God, he was hot, or was that just the cocktails talking?
No, he was stupidly attractive in his wrinkle-less suit and tie. Behind the buzzing in her head, she wondered if he wore anything other than suits. Probably not, he seemed too mature for that. So amazingly mature and kind and smart.
”You,” she got to her tiptoes and linked her fingers along the back of his neck so she could pull him down and speak softly into his ear, “are per-fect. Ha. Perfect~”
The thief had let himself in again, as expected. Though, not as expected, the detective wasn’t there. Hadn’t come back from the heist yet, maybe? Or possibly in another room… But while he was comfortable enough dropping into Hakuba’s room, not so keen on walking around the rest of the house after sneaking in…
…At least, not like this. And not after a heist, if the yawn was any indication of how well that would go.
Hmm… Kid could just leave a rose or note and leave. It’d be enough for the other to not worry, at least…
…Not that there was any need to rush home though. No one was waiting for him or anything.
He glanced out the window he’d come through, staring up at the moon for a moment before looking back down. Then, he moved over to sit along the seat beneath the window, taking off his shoes before turning to lean against the narrow bit of wall, drawing his cape around himself and crossing him arms, letting one of his legs stretch out while keeping the other bent slightly.
And he just stayed like that, watching the door a couple of times, but mostly just looking out past the glass next to him. The thief wasn’t even fully aware when his eyelids started to droop, until, eventually, his head fell to the side, the brim of his hat bending against the pane. He didn’t wake when the detective did come in.
“Th’ p’nguin flew… o’er t’ th’ next b’lding… Got ‘way… Stup’d ‘brella…” he muttered before moving to try and bury himself in the cranny more.
Enzio just looks away, eyes averted from the other. He had been invited out, of all things, by the detective much to his surprise. Apparently rumors had spread from the online media about some shady things that have been happening within the Government and as Enzio had made it clear he worked for them in a higher position naturally he was certain he would ask him about this sort of thing.
They had chosen to meet at an upscale restaurant and when he looks up at the lighting hanging from the ceiling above their table stared at the mistletoe.
"….."
He leans over and places a quick chaste kiss to his cheek and is surprised by the brief glimpse he got of the other’s thoughts before he pulls back. He’s going to order them a bottle of wine. Saphir is going to need to work on this stupid ability that seemed to be more acute since his awakening.
Gunter wasn’t exactly used to people coming backstage to see him after a show. Not without prior notice, in any case. So while he’d told the few stage workers who lingered afterward to take care of anything that still had to be done that he would be resting in his prep room before leaving himself, the illusionist hadn’t put anything outside the door to say not to disturb him.
And overall, he actually hadn’t meant to fall asleep completely, either. Just relax and close his eyes for a little while. Unfortunately, that hadn’t panned out as planned. To the point where the other coming in didn’t even disturb him too much, just shifting and tilting his head more towards his chest.
“Detective?” The sleep-heavy voice was slightly muffled by the arm Gunter was using for a pillow, but the words were clear enough. And a small smirk tugged up on one corner of his mouth, though not for too long.
“Trying so hard to catch an illusion… as usual…”
The man shifted a little more and hummed, then settled and fell silent, aside from his steady breathing.
Sliding her coat down to her shoulders Kagami sighed, looking around the small café for an open seat. Luckily for her there was one in the far corner; the only downside was that she could see that there was the person sitting next to it. He looked almost creepy with his hat pulled down over his face as he sipped away at his drink. Still she was hungry so she might as well take the seat and do what she could.
And there was a little something hanging above his head to help her try and get something out of him…
“Pardon me.” She said leaning down and pulling his hat out of the way to give him a peck on the cheek. “You should be expecting that considering how dangerous a seat you picked.” She added pointed up to the mistletoe he was seated under.
It was only as she pulled away that she recognised him.
“Hakuba-san, right? Nice to see you again. Mind if I sit with you?”
Shiho raced down the hallways, glancing sideways in case he might’ve ran past Hakuba. She was accompanying him on another one of his ‘cases’ and got lost while Hakuba was chasing the criminal. Glancing at another side, she saw the familiar deerstalker and it’s wearer leaning against the doorway, watching the criminal get taken away by the constables. “S-sorry, kinda got lost for a second there…” She let out a small chuckle, but the other didn’t seem to pay attention. His gaze fixed at some object on top of them, following his gaze she finds mistletoe hanging above them. Shiho blushed, staring at the decoration in horror. Though Hakuba didn’t look like he planned to make any move. Slowly, Shiho stood on her toes to stand at the other’s face level. Giving him a little kiss on the cheek.
“I-it didn’t look like you were going to do anything. Don’t get you hopes up either just because of that!” She huffed, turning away to hide the slight blush tinting her cheeks.
——
Ai shook her head to snap out of the little flashback, looking back up at the decoration. The setting wasn’t different from back then either, only this time Conan was under the mistletoe. “You are not getting me this time.” And with that, she turned and walked away. She should probably get Ayumi there instead for a good laugh or two.
“ You’re sure it’s alright? I don’t want to impose myself on anyone… “
“Oh don’t be silly. Of course it’s alright. You know my mother adoresyou.”
Goodness, and she thought she had a hand for decorations. Hakuba’s home was trimmed from wall to wall with holly, silver and gold, extravagance to a point of initial overwhelming, but not in a fashion unattractive. It was tasteful, beautiful, and at least somewhat reflective of the family’s wealth. In the back of her mind, Emi couldn’t help but worry that Marian had gone aside herself to make it especially exceptional because of her stay, but the thought was easy enough to cast aside. Nobody, she reckoned, would go to such extravagance for her…
Right? Oh goodness.
Saguru hardly had to give her a full tour for practical purposes, as it wasn’t her first time in the mansion, but he ended up walking with her through all the halls anyways, as she fluttered around in a fit of glee and admiration. There was some extra staff for the holidays it seemed, but most of the slim supporting cast was familiar to the Osakan. They greeted her with smiles and warm welcomes which were reciprocated with even more loving fervor.
By the time they had reached the room where she would be staying, the umber-eyed detective couldn’t help but laugh, leaning against the door while Emi (distractedly) placed her bags, and fell on the bed with a sigh of content.
“I could barely keep up with you, and this is my house– you weren’t kidding when you said you had a holiday spirit to reckon with. “
She most certainly wasn’t. An empathetic soul, (and mind), by nature, the massive outpour of compassion and kindness every year which greeted the ‘Christmas season’, appealed to her on the greatest level. Giving and gathering were some of her most profound joys,
❝ I’m just so happy, Saguru-kun. Thank you. For having me. And for bearing with me as I dragged you through the whole house. ❞
She barely noticed his grin.
”Not the whole house. You haven’t seen the tree. “
For the first time in the evening, she let him lead the way, traipsing back through the hall, down the stairs, and into the house’s main den. And Hakuba was probably well-and-proud of himself at the even greater sound of joy which escaped the lips of his compact companion. Contrary to the organized and themed nature of the rest of the house’s decorations, those on the tree were a myriad of colours. Hand-blown glass and other clearly vintage ornaments lined the branches, and a faintly-glowing (yet still very beautiful) angel capped the douglas fir.
The rest of the room followed suit, with primarily wooden and hand painted decorations, subtle, and warm. Familial and sweet, just as any proper room for gift exchange ought to be.
❝ Oh- Saguru- it’s… wonderful. ❞
” Mmmhm. Nearly perfect. Just one thing left to add. “
She followed his hand as it slipped into his pocket, then opened to show what he’d gathered.
With nothing particularly good to say, she just blinked between the small bundle of dark leaves and white berries and up to his softly smiling eyes, before he lifted the bushel above them. He bent at the waist, and she held loosely on the edges of his jaw, closing the space between her lips and his.
Oh is that so? part of her begged to ask, but was, thankfully, silent.
Cheeks ran red as she pulled some hair aside— funny, she thought, that her heart still raced after all this time. But then, perhaps it would be more strange if that fluttering beat were to be any different, considering Emi could hardly recall a time when the detective hadn’t had such an affect on her. It was surely different, before they met, but nonetheless, t’was there.
Hesitation, before she leaned in slightly closer and reached up slender fingers, first resting lightly, softly on his chin, and second, drifting over to hold his cheek.
There was nothing she could say to better express reciprocation, but her second hand fell, too, at his waist.
Still silent, still gentle, he traced the hand from her hip up over her stomach, movements slow and deliberate, and stopped over her left breast. He let his fingers rest there, feeling for her heartbeat, then looked to her eyes with a small smile.
