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“My adorable Tantei-san you really are ~”
“I’m not Bambi.”
“…he’s the best Bambi~”
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♞, ￭, ❤, ✦, ♯ { Sorry for the bombardment ;D }
♞: Who was your muse’s idol when they were growing up? Who did they first fantasize about being like?
Sherlock Holmes, of course! Hakuba can deny it all he wants (actually, he doesn’t even bother), but he is definitely a mystery-otaku and Holmes-fanatic. I dare say he may even be more obsessed than Shinichi is, which is saying something…
￭: If one of your muse’s friends was asked to describe them in a handful of words for a profile on a dating site, what would they say?
Handsome, rich, polite, well-spoken, experienced, professional, self-motivated, and stylish, with a “sugary, yet obnoxious” voice.
❤: What is your muse’s perfect romantic date?
Shopping, dinner at a fancy restaurant, wine at home, and a game of twenty questions in the interrogation sense.
✦: What is your muse’s fondest childhood memory?
There are many that he would set on the same tier, really, but it’s probably a collection of instances playing with his dog (Sherlock) and/or with his dragon toys out in the woods. Visiting France with his parents, too. Maybe the first time they skipped Christmas with the extended family to run off for festivities in Paris…
♯: What would be the perfect gift for your muse?
I think he’d really like a hand-written love/admiration letter, a copy of the person’s favorite book (along with an explanation as to why), baked goods, orrr… concert tickets to see MUSE. HAH.
(A puppy or kitten etc would work, too, but I’m not letting him have any more pets as a teen omg Hakuba stop you cannot have a zoo you have detectiving to do!)
♡~
“Somehow, I’m not surprised~”
they’re just so freaking cute
The Meaning of the Monocle
When he made it outside he breathed in deeply a couple of times before climbing on to the bike; helmet and jacket forgotten along with his backpack. He didn’t tear down the drive or creep along it slowly he simply performed it like his life.
Controlled.
The Meaning of the Monocle
He nearly broke down on her and sobbed. Gods know he wanted to but after so many years of constantly forcing himself to stay strong he automatically closed in. The hug was what chipped at that control. Wrapping his arms around her he held onto her tightly. He gritted his teeth to keep from spewing out his life story.
He gave her one last squeezed and walked out of the room.
Baaya let him go, following after but with enough distance, she hoped, that he wouldn’t feel chased. He needed someone, just like the young master did, and hoped they would figure that out, soon. She worked on what to tell Hakuba while she watched Kaito leave in the false dawn, curtains pulled back from the window.
Poor, poor, broken boys…
The Meaning of the Monocle
He paused and felt his blood drain. ‘She know. She knows’ kept chant over and over in his head and left him lost and scared. He shook his head and kept his shaking back to her. “No, thank you …. Baaya-chan? About what you see … please don’t tell him?”
He looked back to her, a desperate plea was in his eyes.
She did know, and it reminded her so much of the young master that it nearly broke her heart. Baaya wasn’t able to resist any longer, stepping over to him to wrap her arms around him, embrace warm, soft. Different than Hakuba’s, but still nothing but loving.
“Your secret is safe with me, Kuroba-kun… and our door is always open to you.”
The Meaning of the Monocle
“Ah, no thank you. Horrible stuff.” He spoke stiffly and hoarsely. He throat felt like sandpaper. He felt his lips quirk awkwardly in a half smile and shook his head. “I … um, well I need to get home … I hope you don’t mind. I sort of raided the linen closest for a blanket and pillow for Hakuba. Thank you for the hospitality last night … could you apologize to Hakuba for me? … ah …um tell him I’ll call later or he can visit … you too if you want .. the Kuroba home isn’t as big as this place but ….ah …um …..right."
He closed his eyes and scrunched his brow against the headache. “I’m sorry, I should probably go … yeah ….”
He found himself trailing off and heading towards the door. The nightmare had left him far more shaken than he realized.
"You’re fine, dear, and I’ll let the young master know. Are you sure that I can’t get you anything at all?” Baaya watched him, wondering how much she was allowed to take care of the boy. He and Hakuba were obviously close, but until there was some sort of official word on the subject, she probably shouldn’t interfere…
As if she could really resist. “Tea? Water? Cake to take home? Oh, you must at least take what we prepared for you from last night’s dinner, all wrapped up and ready to go."
The Meaning of the Monocle
Kaito left Hakuba and walked into the kitchen hoping to find Baaya. He tried to smile normally when he saw her but couldn’t really find the strength. He felt rough and hoped that he didn’t really look like it. “Good Morning, Baaya-chan.”
“Good morning, Kuroba-kun,” Baaya said in greeting, keeping her voice quiet. She noticed something off, yes, and in that way that only a mother – or governess – could. Instead of commenting directly, though, she gave a soft smile. “Would you like some coffee before you go?"
The Meaning of the Monocle
Kaito didn’t realize he had fallen asleep with the detective till the nightmare came. Quick and fast. Just an onslaught of blurred images filled with fire, smoke and screams. He was running or had been he could feel it in his legs.
Small twitches racked his body till they sifted into full body jerks. His eyes flew open and fear closed off the scream. Gasping like a drowning man he weakly rose off his friend only to have his shaking arms give and he collapsed to the floor. Curling there he waited for the tremors to subside. Whimpering he wrapped a hand around his throat and wheezed in barely enough air.
It took fifteen minutes before he could breath properly again and another ten for him to raise into a sitting position so he could at least crawl to the opposite window. The sun was barely peeking out from horizon and died the sky in a pale pink light. Sighing he rested his aching head on his knees.
After calming down enough to walk Kaito ventured through the home to the linen closest to grab a blanket and a pillow for the sleeping detective. He covered him and gently ran his fingers through his hair and watched him sleep for a moment. He looked out the window again and could see the sun peek over the tree tops. He was reluctant to go home but he wasn’t quiet ready to talk about his nightmares just yet and he knew that they were showing in his face this morning.
If Hakuba hadn’t been drinking, and he hadn’t fallen asleep in such a comfortably warm position, he would have woken up to the tremors. The movement, the gasping, the distress of the other would have pulled him from his sleep in an instant. But with most of the bottle of wine having lulled him so thoroughly, he only shifted onto his side once the blanket was tucked around him.
Honestly, it was the best sleep he’d had in a long while. A pity that the same couldn’t be said for Kaito.
The morning did have some benefits, though; mostly in the form of Baaya, who was already awake and in the kitchen to prepare coffee and tea. The master would be awake in the next hour, and she always made sure that he had his newspaper and morning coffee prepared for the commute to the metropolitan police station.
She’d noticed that the motorcycle was still outside, and she had seen the two still in the parlor together, but had kept it to herself. As long as the Master didn’t find out, she didn’t mind. If anything, it would be fun news to report to the Mistress later… and endlessly amusing to tease the Young Master about.