What is that.. Wait.. No that’s not me I’m wearing
sweet peony dream who smells like caramel shea
butter— oh my god.
It’s totally Hakuba. We’re at a crime scene and he
smells like a bath and body works focus Emi dead
person ahoy- shit he smells like cupcakes and now
you want cupcakes this is the worst— why do you
moisturize, Hakuba?
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Following awesome RP blogs but having no clue how your character would interact with theirs.
Flirt: Hey Kuroba-kun, how are your grades fairing with your nightly excursions~? You know, if you need a tutor I’d be more than happy to lend a hand. Especially if you need a better grasp on your English. I may only be a half-brit, but I’m an /excellent/ teacher… What do you say to some /very/ private, after school study sessions?
“Oh, I might just have to take you up on that offer~ My English’s been suffering quite a bit, but I’m having a lot of trouble with my French too. I think some oral exercises might be in order. Care to help me out~?”
“I’d be more than happy to, Kuroba-kun. I understand that getting your tongue to curve in just the right way to roll those rs is a little tough for beginners, but not to fret… I’m a professional, and I’m very hands-on with my instruction. That said, I suppose the next question is: your place or mine~?”
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Put one of these in my askbox to see how my Muse reacts.
“I love you.”
“I hate you.”
“You’re dead to me.”
“I trust you.”
“I’m dying.”
“I’m pregnant with you baby.”
“I never really loved you.”
“I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now.”
My Blog’s Content: A Simple Pie Chart
“I’ve broken the content of my blog down into his handy reference chart for your convenience. As you can see, there are clearly some areas that need improvement. Would anyone like to assist me with that?”
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I will not lie, this is incredibly hot. Kuroba-kun… You… …will come with me now I need to teach you about gun safety.
“I—” Whatever he’d been about to say died in his throat as the detective’s words rang through his mind and all he could do was stare, surprised and, honestly, shocked speechless by what he’d just heard. Did Hakuba really think—?
A frown settled on the thief’s face, whatever hint of that playful grin and teasing expression that had resided there earlier now completely gone. “While I admit that I did think of this as a game, as just something…fun to do, and something to tease the others about later… Not everything is a game to me, detective.”
Far from it.
“And if I— if this hurt you, somehow, then I do apologize. That wasn’t my intention. Not at all.”
Frown deepening further, indigo eyes turned back to lock onto the blonde, serious. “Stop insulting yourself, Hakuba. You’re a good person. You’re kind, more than clever, hard-working, sweet, cute, stubborn, attractive, and I know that so many people would count themselves lucky if you even so much as sneezed their way.”
“I know I would.”
It hurt to hear those things from him. Every one of them kind and desperately needed; like kibble for a starving dog. Each one stabbing at a twisted gut but unwilling to stop lapping at what was offered.
“You’re very clever with your words, Kaitou-san, and they serve you well. But silver tongued as I am, myself, I’m having a difficult time believing it. Surely you know that you could have me if you wanted me.”
A sigh.
“…who am I kidding? I’ve no right to be upset. My apologies, Kaitou-san. I didn’t mean to ruin your activity.” He forced a smile, but it was pathetic.
“Bring a robe, too! Let’s just hope Akako doesn’t decide to mess around with said heist.”
“There are very few things that I am willing to ‘coslplay’ for… and this is one of those. I’ll bring an entire arsenal to make sure that your detectives are adequately equipped for this task.”
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“Also, Koizumi-san… yes, let’s… hope that she stays far, far away.”