“Well, I think tantei-san seemed happy enough with his alliteration barrage, so I suppose that means you’re up, neko-mun~ At least, for personality. I don’t believe Rai and I have ever seen how you look to go for physical traits, so… Unless you just want me to say you’re a cute, if sometimes evil-plotting cat, going by the icons you use.
Anyway, very creative, both writing-wise and artistically. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve accidentally intimidated quite a few people, though I’m sure many more, such as my mun, were more inspired. You think things out well, write superbly, though I suppose you would, having so much experience and being an author. You’re also very friendly, which is much appreciated, and I love how open you are as well, especially to responding in and out of character to personal blogs. Really, I and more people should probably do that more often, considering that’s how Rai found tantei-san’s blog to begin with, and from there, the DC/MK RP community. Quite the likable person, if that wasn’t obvious enough~ To borrow a phrase some, you’re many people’s senpai, and they’re very glad when you notice them~”
"Hmm… since he did seem to like it before, would tantei-san mind too much if I did it again? Though not with c this time… Maybe a step to the side with b? Hmm… A built, blue-eyed, and blond British bishounen bewitches bystanders by being bold, basically… blinding bandits, barbarians, and busybodies with brilliance, beauty… and blushing, because of a bared back, bothered by blemishes, but besotting beholders beyond all blights…”
“Hmm… ‘c’s work rather well for you, tantei-san~ Most who’ve met you would agree, I’m sure. Charming, courteous chap whose cunning can catch culprits, composedly, carefully, concisely clearing cases while continuously chatting calmly and courteously with certain carefree criminals and classmates~”
”:..Though, I suppose it’s no surprise ‘c’s would work well, for someone who’s from over them~”
“…Really though. To suit chess’ ‘white knight’ image… you do very well with chivalry best, I think. Might be biased, for possible incarceratory reasons, but from what I’ve seen, you are very fair to the people you’ve caught. And I suppose I should thank you for it.”
She hadn’t expected to see him after saving him, it wasn’t everyday that Usagi got to run into the people she saved. Granted that was because most of her heroics was done with to groups of people any more so faces tended to not get too much focus. Of course she might only have remembered him because he’d tried to play handsome knight and save her instead.
And of course she would run into him in a building where mistletoe was, hanging up above their heads and leaving her to stare at it for just a moment. She never should have agreed to come to this party to act as helper hostess, a favor for her dad who’s boss’s best friend was throwing the party and needed help? Something like that.
Blue eyes fell from the hanging plant to the blonde, noting he was still rather attractive and blushing. Thankfully the heels gave her some sort of edge in height so she didn’t have to stand much on her tip toes in order to kiss his cheek.
Of course, as she pulled away, she wasn’t certain he had seen the plant so she pointed up quickly as she put some space between them and giggled nervously.
Next five people to say ‘Mistletoe’ in my askbox get a kiss.
Christmas was just a few more weeks away and the music and decorations in every little shop and streetcorner only made that even more obvious, much to the distress and annoyance to a lot of giftshoppers and simple passerbys.
Dick, however, loved it.
The moment December rolled around, it was like someone had permanently glued a grin to his face and even despite the cold that sometimes got just a little too close to being unbearable, he still couldn’t help but feel so incredibly giddy and jolly.
Seeing that famiiar face turn the corner only served to strengthen that feeling of pure and simple happiness. His expression brightening, Dick fished around in his pocket for the little plant he’d nicked from a store a few blocks away, while swiftly, smoothly closing the distance between himself and the blond detective.
He could see the other’s mouth opening in greeting, but before he could fully form the words, Dick threw an arm around his neck and tugged him down, his other hand happily waving the little mistletoe above their heads.
“Merry Christmas~” he sing-songed, something just a little sly and mischievous flashing across his face as he leaned in that final inch to capture Hakuba’s lips in a warm, long kiss.
“I know, I know. It was reckless, you would have probably been fine, I might have wasted your efforts at trying to allow me to escape by coming back. He can’t actually kill you, unless he just wants to ask for trouble… But damn it, tantei-san, you shouldn’t just casually push me off the building to make sure I leave, even if I do have the glider… Even if you didn’t want me to have to deal with Spider…”
Kid paused his worried pacing to glance over at the detective, whose eyes were closed and breathing was even. He was fine. They both were fine. The thief hadn’t known if imitating Nakamori’s voice to pretend the task force was coming would work, but it seemed it had. The assassin hadn’t been there when he stepped out… but Hakuba sat slumped against the wall, immediately drawing the thief’s attention as he rushed over to check for signs that the other was okay. No bleeding and still had a heartbeat, thank god. He’d waited a few moments before taking the radio out of the teen’s pocket and making an actual announcement, in his own voice, that the detective had met with some trouble on the roof and might need help.
And then, instead of rushing off, he’d waited, walking back and forth, muttering to himself. He wanted to be sure they actually did come.
Kid stared a minute before walking back to the teen and kneeling down. They should get here soon, so he might as well actually get out of sight now…
"…Sorry I came back after that…” A pause and he leaned in to give a gentle hug to the detective, voice falling into a whisper, “But I loved you too much.”
He sighed and scooted closer to the sleeping blond beside him, eyes opening slowly to watch the gentle rise and fall of his chest, before trailing upwards, resting on the serene expression on his face. No nightmares tonight, then. Letting out a soft breath, Kaito shifted just a little nearer, lips brushing a light kiss to the detective’s jaw, nuzzling against his neck.
A hand reached out to place itself right over Hakuba’s heart, the gentle ‘thud’ just below his palm making the softest of a smile tug at the magician’s lips, warmth and utter affection and love flooding his chest. He closed his eyes.
His.
Hakuba was his and he was Hakuba’s and there was nothing in the world he’d ever do to change that. He loved him. More than he’d thought he’d ever love anyone and if he could have him by his side, if he could stay by Hakuba’s side, then—
In a moment of sudden impulse, Kaito leaned closer, tilting his head to whisper and press a smiling kiss to the curve of his detective’s ear.
It really wasn’t proving to be a good night so far for Devin.
He tried to console himself by pointing out that things could have gone far, far worse. His thoughts weren’t wandering into that familiar numbness which never ended well, and he’d been able to snag some wine with relative ease, considering he didn’t really belong in this sort of high-class gathering. He supposed that it was common enough for teens at this sort of thing, though Devin didn’t really know.
No, that wasn’t the part that had Devin testing his theory that nobody cared how drunk he got and snaking wine glasses all evening. That would be the fact that, even though he and Hakuba had arrived together, the detective had been spending the evening flirting with several women. Fairly attractive women too, if Devin was any judge.
Devin kept emptying wine glasses, hoping that eventually he’d come to his senses and forget the reasons why Hakuba would even pay attention to him. And remind himself that he really should ignore his crush on his straight best friend.
That’s what he was telling himself when he was leaning against a marble column, draining yet another wine glass, as Devin watched Hakuba slip out of sight with a giggling girl following right behind him. “You’re perfect,” he whispered. “So much better than that.”
