“Thank you for this… It’s just been a bit of a rough patch, but things will be right again soon, I’m certain of it.”
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Trick or Treat!
4. A pie in the Face (delightful)
Showering the detective with a bevy of baked goods had quickly
become a great source of joy for the journalist, who was glad for
a willing taste-tester to give feedback on new recipes or flavor
variants. However there was also the inherently childish piece of
her personality, which could not be muffled enough to silence a
particularly cartoonish idea which happened upon her mind, come
the beginning of the tricks-and-treats, season.And the cartoons did not exaggerate the joy
one finds when watching someone open an
unassuming box, which sends a coconut cream
pie directly at an unprepared set of features.Nailed it.
DEFEATED BY PIE ONCE AGAIN!
Tryp Wrote A Song for Hakuba
(to the tune of ‘Hakuna Matata’)
Saguru Hakuba
What a wonderful name
Saguru Hakuba
Not in it for fame~
He knows no culprit
Can beat him at his own game~
(Yeah, sing it, KID!)
What a wonderful name
Saguru Hakuba
Not in it for fame~
He knows no culprit
Can beat him at his own game~
(Yeah, sing it, KID!)
He’s a blonde half-breed~
Mei-tan-te-i~
Saguru Hakuba
Mei-tan-te-i~
Saguru Hakuba
Yay!
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Why do I have a crush on you? Superficially, you’re incredibly handsome. More deeply, we’ve known each other a long time, and you always have this way of making me feel wanted and important. You’re intelligent, funny, sweet, and more than I or anyone else deserves.
“…thank you. I’m not even sure what to say besides that. It means a great deal to me.”
“My Hot-Blond-Brit-Detective senses are tingling.”
"I think you may want to trust your senses in this case, my dear Kirigiri-san.”
((That moment when you see that people have been reading/liking/reblogging old posts and enjoying them — ughfdjks thank you, guys… I’m so glad that you’re enjoying my interpretation of this character!))
((Here, as well! Color me surprised. Thank you!))
(YAY! YOUR BACK!)
(Sorry, no… still on hiatus. Thank you, though. <3)
It was beginning to take less exacerbating amounts of courage to engage him in this way- sure, it still took a considerable amount, which left her heart to flutter and her cheeks to rise with their standard flushed hue. He laughed against her lips and she couldn’t help a chuckle in return.
She would accuse him of flattery with his words, but knew that
he wasn’t the kind to offer words of affection unless he truly
meant them.
”Well it isn’t much,
I think,
But I’d hate to think that you might go a day without knowing how adored you are- by myself and by others, (but in this case, particularly by me). If I surprise you, it’s because you don’t expect nearly enough of the affection and kind gestures you deserve.So if you’ll thank god for me, my most darling detective.
Than I too, thank god for you.
Thank god, perhaps most,
Not only for your being,
but that I was truly
blessed
enough to meet you.”Her thumbs coursed over his cheeks softly, and she smiled even brighter for a fraction of a second, before briefly pecking the corner of his lips again. She had no plans, for the day, save affectionate messages being sent to those important to her life— no elaborate romantics to speak of. Yet if this was to be the only amorous endeavour for the whole of the Holiday, she could count it a great success.
A jar
It’s stuffed to the brim with little hearts of varying colour, and there is a note, attached to the outside which says,
“All the little things,
To love about You.”
And if you inspect each paper piece, there is an inscription in light, curvy script.
“Your smile.”
"Your laugh.“
”The way you say ‘hello’.“
”The way you say ‘goodbye’.“
And tens of other things of the like- all simple, all subtle, and all in a handwriting which, by comparison alone, you cannot place. Yet it is familiar all the same; you can almost feel the person in the curve of the letters, because the handwriting just seems like them, on a page.
Yet somehow, the name does not reach you.
– They who whispered to the wind.
[ Whispers to the wind, have made their way to you ]
—
Familiar, yes, but somehow… distant. Hakuba gave a soft sigh as he reread the note, tilting the jar gently in his hand. He liked the way the light fell on the crafted paper pieces, and how the shadows stretched on those surrounding it. What a beautiful sentiment. So very kind, so very sweet.
The detective smiled, gaze moving over the words once more before gently setting it upon his writing desk – next to the dragon egg – and took a seat. He had work to do, of course, but this gift deserved a little more attention, a little more… wishful thinking.
So he considered and daydreamed, letting the time slip by while he relished the warmth the anonymous token had proffered him.