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magicianinthemoonlight:

Kid chuckles lightly at his words, “Nakamori-keibu wont like that much.” He grasps the jewel tightly. 

“Well being caught is out of the question.” Kid response, a smirk on his lips. “And I don’t want to leave with out this precious jewel here. And running would just ruin the fun don’t you think?” he laughs to Hakuba. “How about I just disappear? That sounds much more interesting.”

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The detective couldn’t resist the urge to roll his eyes, though his smile betrayed his amusement. “Just disappear, my dear thief? Please – I know you’ve got more than enough magic tricks up your sleeve, but you’re not fooling me at all. Hand over the gem and I might let you escape.”

Hakuba twirled the handcuffs on his index finger once, then grasped them firmly, beginning his slow approach. 

No, he had no intention of catching Kaitou Kid. Not tonight, anyway. But he knew that the thief loved a good chase and, well, Hakuba supposed that making concessions now and again was a good thing. 

“This is your last warning, Kaitou-san!”

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Set Appointment || a-princely-host

a-princely-host:

Tamaki froze when his guest picked up the teapot himself- oh god. No no no- he was serving himself! He was supposed to do that! Kyoya would have a fit if he saw the horror that was happening before him.

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“ Oh-! Hakuba-ouji please! Let me do it!”

Hakuba’s hand stilled the moment the complaint was voiced. His smirk broadened, pleased, and he set the pot back in its place obediently. Good. 

“Ah, my apologies, Suoh-sama… I was distracted by our conversation. I hope that I did not offend you.” The detective feigned innocence, brows knitting faintly, smile fading into a hesitant frown. 

Really, he hadn’t expected to put on an act, but… Suoh did seem genuinely interested in gardening happiness, which was quite refreshing to see. 

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Set Appointment || a-princely-host

a-princely-host:

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Easy.

“ I love making women happy. Seeing them swoon and blush just by a small compliment or a flip of my hair- it’s pretty silly but it makes me smile when I see them smile.” He said, nodding at his answer

“Oh; that’s not silly at all. On the contrary, such an impressive skill is to be admired.” It was something that Hakuba understood very well. He reached across the table for the tea pot, shifting back to pour himself another cup, carefully watching his host for each reaction.

“You seem a very generous person, Suoh-sama… I imagine you love deeply and passionately. Am I correct in my assumptions?”

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Set Appointment || a-princely-host

a-princely-host:

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Alright- the french did catch him a bit. He was so fluent! Admittedly a lot better than he was- then again he was able to get more practice than he did.

He cleared his throat, quickly attempting to drown out his thoughts with the tea. Tamaki wasn’t used to being flirted with back- especially from a boy. It wasn’t weird to him- just not used to the experience.

“ Suoh-sama is perfect.”

“Excellent. I’m quite pleased, Suoh-sama.” The cup, nearly emptied, returned to its saucer with a gentle, practiced movement. Hakuba then folded his hands in his lap, glancing back at his host. For being the King of a host club, it seemed that Suoh Tamaki was – somewhat insecure? Perhaps even shy, underneath all of that charm. Interesting.

Well, that wouldn’t do. The detective pursed his lips momentarily, then let another broad smirk slip onto his face. Hakuba’s plan became one with two goals: 1) build his host up into appropriate confidence levels and, 2) turn the tables to charm Suoh until he melted like butter – let him see what it was like for his guests. 

Yes, this plan seemed not only enjoyable, but productive enough. An experiment in human nature. And Hakuba rather enjoyed puzzling together the inner-workings of people. It would be a fun challenge. 

“Please tell me, Suoh-sama… if you don’t mind my asking, what is your favorite thing about being a host?”

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Set Appointment || a-princely-host

a-princely-host:

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“ bien français est la langue de l’amour” He said,  flashing Hakuba a smile. There we go- that’s how you reel them in. Flatter them in french.

It had been such a long time since he had spoken the language, his japanese accent really messed up some of the pronunciations.

It was a little rusty, yes, but Hakuba could appreciate the complexities of keeping each language and its nuances straight. Especially in a place such as this, where the opportunity to use such a language was not often found.

“Comme je le pensais,” the detective returned in kind, tilting his head just so. It was an attempt to be coy, to tease out more of that charm from his host. His smile drawing up on one side, playfully. “Ta voix est magnifique." 

Picking up his cup again, Hakuba chuckled and took a sip before looking back at Tamaki. "Just as I expected from such a refined and handsome young man. Or, actually… perhaps I should be fair and call you Suou-oiji? Or Suoh-sama?" 

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Set Appointment || a-princely-host

a-princely-host:

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Tamaki perked up immediately. Did this man speak french as well? That would be a perk to this some what awkward conversation.

“ Yes-! Do you speak the language?” He asked rather excitedly.

“Oui, je parle français!" Hakuba answered, pleased that the change in topic had lightened the air, at least a little. "I’ll venture a guess that you do, as well, Suoh-san?” He bit his lip,  I’d be delighted to hear it; it’s difficult to find many in this country who speak it, especially with any sort of finesse… and I imagine that, in your voice, it sounds absolutely heavenly.“  

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Set Appointment || a-princely-host

a-princely-host:

His arms folded over his chest, ” Sorry but the name doesn’t ring a bell.”

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Hakuba lived such a fascinating life. Here he thought his was full of action, guess he was wrong. Hosting did have it’s perks though, being idolized and making money just by throwing around a few compliments.

It wasn’t exciting but- he did love exploiting his good looks.

“Ah, that’s all right…”  Hakuba tilted his head, smile fading somewhat as his host withdrew. “Doyle is an English author. He wrote the Sherlock Holmes series. Those are much more interesting than the actual work, so I’d recommend them if you’re curious.”

It seemed that this Suoh was a little more sensitive than he’d previously thought. The detective bit his lip, considering. “Ah, but, Suoh-san, I understand that you’re half French, correct? I, ah, visit Paris every summer…" 

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Set Appointment || a-princely-host

a-princely-host:

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“ Well of course. I only have the best for my guests.” He said, sipping his tea quietly. 

What were the two even supposed to talk about? On his normal appointments he’d sit and tell the woman how beautiful she was. Was he supposed to do it with Hakuba-san as well?

He cleared his throat before opening his mouth to speak again.

“ So- tell me about your work. Being a detective and all. Seems exciting.”

“Ah, it has its moments, yes. I get to meet a lot of interesting people and help them with difficult cases, bringing resolution…” Hakuba said, shrugging his shoulders passively before taking another sip of tea. He looked back at Tamaki, gaze examining his features for a moment, contemplating.

“But it’s ghastly work sometimes, as well. At best, it’s paperwork and court hearings. At worst it’s atrocious scenes and deplorable people.” Hakuba set his cup down, using one finger to pad the action, making it silent as it settled into the saucer. 

“Are you familiar with the work of Sir Conan Doyle?”

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Set Appointment || a-princely-host

a-princely-host:

Tamaki , as usual for his appointed guests, had already set up a table with their finest tea set close by. He only wanted the best for his first male customer.

He wasn’t quite sure what to expect. Was he to flirt and shower him with compliments as he did with his female guests? Perhaps he should start slow- throw in a few subtle compliments then see where it goes from there.

Would this man swoon over him as his regulars did? Or would he attempt to flirt back? The whole thing left poor Tamaki a bit scatter brained.

However, on the outside he looked calm and collected. A smile laced along his lips as he stood infront of their table. His hands  rested behind his back as he gestured to the table.

“ Right on time Hakuba-ouji.” He said pulling out his chair for him.

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Him? A prince? Hakuba looked from the young man to the chair that had been pulled out for him and had to take a brief moment to double-take. As scatter-brained as Tamaki might have been, Hakuba followed in spades. Wasn’t he supposed to get Suoh-san’s chair? Or, no, wait, he was a guest of Suoh-san. This was to be expected. All the same, he’d had servants pull chairs out for him, but never an equal. Of course, he’d never been in a situation where such treatment was appropriate – with another man, at any rate. No, those encounters had always been far more casual. 

But Hakuba recovered well and quickly, nodding his head gratefully, taking the offered seat.

“Thank you, Suoh-san,” the detective said with a smile. “Or – is there a title that you prefer I call you? I must confess, I’m not all too familiar with the fine print of protocol for a Host Club.”

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akaikujixyaku:

“Really?.. Well…”

“I s’pose if you’re fluent ‘s well, there oughtn’t be any harm continuin’ in English, but y’owe me not ta’laugh.”

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"I’m learnin’ Italian by book, ‘n by immersion. I find that th’best way t’really get a grasp ‘f how natives speak th’language is by watching their media, like tv shows ‘n interviews, or even th’news programs. Still, I’ve got a few books I’d be able t’lend ya, soon as y’feel like gettin’ started.”

”…Himura-kun… ah, Emi…“ The detective stared for a good moment before he shook his head, blinking. "Your… Your accent is simply enchanting, my dear miss Himura… I had no idea. I… Summer evenings spent next to sun-kissed peach trees and…" 

"Miss Himura, did you come here to seduce me or are you just teasing this poor British boy?”