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Kaito covered his cheeks and scrubbed at his face. On a breathy exhale he recovered somewhat and sat down. Did Hakuba even realized that they had just … He shook his head and reached for his tea. The blush was still staining his cheeks. 

“Thank you, ah what was it that you wanted to talk about?” He said quickly and ignored the way his hand trembled slightly. He wanted to change the subject fast before the detective had a chance to really read into what had just happened.

Interesting. Hm.

Hakuba looked down at the rose dove again, considering the situation and the question, rubbing the top of her head with the pad of his index finger. “Ah, yes… it’s about these envelopes,” he said, nodding his head to the stack on the table. He then brought the bird to his mouth and smiled.  "Keena, kiss,“ ready to let her do her trick and pull her away so that she could return to her master. All with a steady, warm smile. Just a liiittle bit smug. 

”…you see, I’ve got to make a decision very soon, but it’s complicated and… I’ve found that I don’t really have anyone to talk to. So I’m hoping you’ll be able to offer me some advice.“

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41. Do you choose songs for relationships that you have with others? Can you name one such example or think of one if you had to?

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Hakuba will usually pick a Beatles song for his relationships/crushes, but he keeps them a secret. Just don’t be surprised if that ends up being your ring tone… 

As for me, yes. I have songs for relationships aLL THE TIME. 

One example would be… Clarity (Zedd Union Mix) for Hakuba/Kaito. 

ugh I could make like… huge playlists of these things..

sobs with feels because

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“Oh she knows more than that~” He laughed. “Keena kiss.”

After he finished the word Keena worked her way up his arm and onto his shoulder then down on to his collarbone. Her small beak barely touched his lips before she worked her way onto his shoulder. She took flight and landed on Hakuba’s shoulder. Kaito froze and realized what she was about to do and true enough to her training she returned the kiss. Never in his life had he ever gone so red so fast before but he was. From his collarbone to the tips of his ears.

Hakuba watched closely, eyes tracking every movement of the bird from start to finish. And when she touched his lips, he gave a tiny kiss back, chuckling softly. “Oh god, so charming! So very well trained. You must be so proud." 

He was all smiles as he lifted a hand to oh-so-gently scratch under her chin and onto her breast, turning his finger sideways to rub along the side of her head before presenting it as a perch. "Step up, Keena, if you please…” Hakuba waited until she was on his finger, then pulled her away from him to return petting where he could see her. “Good girl. Oh, she’s so perfect. You’re so very lucky, Kuroba-kun~”

It was then that he noticed the blush, which baffled him. Was it the praise…?  

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Kaito wiggled slightly and slid closer then scooted out back wards.

“Sorry about that. This is Keena.” The slightly small rose dove clung to Kaito’s shoulder and nibbled at his bangs. Kaito quickly moved her from his shoulder to his hand and offered her a chance to meet the detective. 

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It took four seconds for Hakuba to recover from his deer in headlights stare once the bird was in front of him. He blinked again, then looked down at her, realization dawning. “O-Oh! Oh! A bird! That explains it. Yes, all right, all right…”  

Hakuba laughed at himself, bringing a hand up- slowly, carefully -to first brush his own hair from his face, then offered it to her, perfectly positioned for her to change perches if she wished.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Keena,” he said, smile immediately fond as he looked her over, memorizing her features. Then, he glanced quickly up at Kaito. “God, she’s beautiful. Is it all right if I ask her to step up? Does she know that command?”

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Kaito smiled and crawled down near Hakuba’s knees. His shoulder brushing the detective’s legs casually as he reached around to underneath the chair. The black shirt slid up slightly as Kaito arched his chest towards the ground revealing the red waist band of his underwear.

The tea was unfortunately forgotten the moment that Hakuba opened his eyes again, finding that Kaito had not gotten up as he’d expected, but instead…  He stared down at him, eyes wide, expression confused and somewhat horrified. 

“Ah… … K-Kuroba-kun…?” he asked, doing his best to remain ABSOLUTELY STILL. Rigid. “What are you…?" 

Really. Of all of the things he’d expected to have happen when he decided to go to Kaito’s house, THIS was not one of them. 

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Kaito bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from laughing. God could Hakuba be any more obvious. Getting up he walked back over to the pantry and pulled down a wooden box. Walk back over to Hakuba he moved to the floor on one knee and presented the box. “Here”

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Blink.

“Uh.” Hakuba tilted his head to one side, not unlike a very confused dog, then reached out to take it from him. “Well, if you really insist… Thank… thank you, Kuroba-kun." 

Pulling the box into his lap, Hakuba ran his hands over the wood, eyes locked while he examined the craftsmanship. It wasn’t unusual, but it felt like home under his hands. He then brought it up to eye level, closed his eyes, took a deep breath to catch the scent, and sighed, unable to resist the moment of pleasure. "Mm… you really can’t find this sort of thing here.”

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Kaito raised his eyebrows in muted surprise. Well, the staring was new. His ears turn an interesting shade of red and took his seat again. Taking a sip of slightly chilled tea he struggled to settle his nerves in his stomach.

“My mother, who is currently somewhere in the United Kingdom keeps sending me tea and I mean tea anything. This is the second set I’ve received from her.” and a long note stating a inappropriate idea of giving them to Hakuba and few other comment that he tried desperately to ignore but now having Hakuba in front of him the letter was starting to come back in detail. “I have an extra box if you want it.”

“An extra box? Oh, I really couldn’t…”  Hakuba said, though the grimace on his face said otherwise. He really, really, really wanted the tea. “Really, that… your mum is wonderful. Do you know whereabouts in the United Kingdom she is? If she’s anywhere near London, I’m certain that my mum would love-”  

Wait, what was he doing? It was too late.

“-to… have tea with her, I think.” Tiny cough. “Ah… yes. It’s… yes.” What. 

Hakuba looked down at the tea and took a sip. Thank god for Earl Grey. 

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Kaito wrapped his finger and moved upstairs to his bed room to change his clothes. He quickly moved about the room and changed in to a pair of dark washed jean and snagged a black form fitting tee on the way out. Running back down stairs he started pulling it over his head.

“How do you like the tea?” He said voice muffle threw the fabric.

“It’s quite lovely, yes,” came Hakuba’s very sincere answer, head tilting to look as Kaito came back into the room. And, oh, he noticed the clothing. And the skin. And, curiously, the hint of scars… All in all, it was quite the distraction, even when the shirt was in place. Right. Yes. Athletic. Svelte. Well-muscled. 

Once he realized that he had let his eyes linger for a few seconds too long, he directed his attention to the tea and smiled again, wondering just what his expression had been just now. He hoped it was simply distracted; that’s what it had felt like.

OH. THE TEA. They were talking about tea! Yes. 

“Thank you. God, it’s been so long since I’ve had good Earl Grey… my mum usually sends me a box once a month, but lately it’s just been passive aggressive notes and hint upon hint…” He chuckled, then bit his lip. “And I haven’t been home in months…”

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It was the smile. The uncontrolled and open smile. One he hadn’t really got to ever see. Frozen in the kitchen with hi hand under the scalding water Kaito watched Hakuba go for the cream. Blinking suddenly and very quickly he felt himself actually blush and shook his head. He decide that he had gone way to long with out proper sleep. Skirting past the hopefully distracted detective he made his way to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit.

“That was surprising.” He whispered to him self and leaned over the sink. It had been a while since he blushed for a simple reason and what terrified him that it was Hakuba that had gotten to him. 

His hand made his way into his hair again and he sighed and began to rumage threw the kit.

Hakuba stirred the tea and took another drink, eyes closed to really savor the flavor and warmth in his mouth for several seconds before he even realized that Kaito had gone. Blinking again, he glanced around to look for him. 

“Kuroba… kun?” he asked with a frown to the open room. “Hullo…?”

Huh. The detective, baffled, went back to drinking the tea and let his gaze rest on the envelopes – all thick, all opened, all emblazoned with official seals on the front, and all addressed to Hakuba, Saguru J. 

He sipped more tea, and waited. 

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Kaito blinked at him then swiped the back of his hand on his forehead. Looking at his middle finger on his left hand he watched the blood build. It had to be on one of the finger where he couldn’t feel anything. He stood and made his way to the sink.

“I caught my self with the solder iron earlier. I thought the bleeding had stop.” He suck his hand under the sink and started the water. Even as the water poured into the bleeding burn he didn’t even flinch. Not so much as a twitch.  

Hakuba watched him as he moved, taking note of how he walked, the things that he did. There was no way, he thought, that Kuroba was not Kid, but he held his thoughts for the time being, dutiful as the doting retriever. And while he felt concern for the injury, he knew that Kid had suffered far worse than a little burn; he could take care of himself. Clearly.

“Ouch. Tough luck,” he said with the concern one might offer a colleague – with empathy, not pity. Commiserating. Hakuba had worked with those sort of tools before, and with either of their professions, injury was never far away. Once he added sugar to his own tea, he pulled out a stack of envelopes from the inside of his suit jacket and laid them on the table, only to then notice what kind of tea it was.

Blinking, not believing, he picked it up and took a sip. "…Is this…? My god this is Earl Grey. Oh god, and it’s good Earl Grey.“  

With renewed enthusiasm, he went for the cream, smile plastered to his face.