{"id":3711,"date":"2014-02-13T06:43:43","date_gmt":"2014-02-13T06:43:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/archive.gabapple.com\/tumblr\/whiteknighthakuba\/index.php\/2014\/02\/13\/love-week-day-three-2\/"},"modified":"2014-02-13T06:43:43","modified_gmt":"2014-02-13T06:43:43","slug":"love-week-day-three-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/archive.gabapple.com\/tumblr\/whiteknighthakuba\/index.php\/2014\/02\/13\/love-week-day-three-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Love Week – Day Three"},"content":{"rendered":"

motorcyclesandkatanas<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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Hattori blinked a few times, staring at the other teen. Hakuba was nervous. The great Hakuba Saguru, always so calm, always so certain, was nervous. It was as if someone had lifted a fog from the table. It started off as a small chuckle, something deeply hidden within his throat, and soon it rose into laughter, genuine joyful laughter.<\/p>\n

The only thing in his mind was, Hakuba was actually really cute<\/em>.<\/p>\n

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Hattori reached up and slowly slipped his suit jacket off, placing it to the empty side of his booth, and then reached up to tug his tie off. He then unbuttoned the first two buttons of his dress shirt and rolled his sleeves up a bit, a bright smile on his face.<\/p>\n

Much better.<\/p>\n

“I dunno if ya really have any interest in sports.” Hattori seemed much more relaxed now, leaning a bit forward, face in his hand. “An\u2019 I left tha\u2019 hat at home, in an attempt ta be a lil\u2019 bit more formal, ya know, since ya seem ta like tha\u2019 more. Bu\u2019 I guess I loose this time.” He chuckled. “Let\u2019s see if we can fine a topic we will both enjoy. I like kendo, baseball, Ellery Queen, motorcycles.<\/p>\n

"I also enjoy star gazin\u2019, road trips, takin\u2019 naps, jus\u2019 sittin\u2019 around an\u2019 enjoyin a nice summer day. Tha\u2019 beach is always fun, water fights, cookin\u2019\u2026 Ah, wait, ya cook too right? Ya heard of tha new recipe-” Hattori dug out his cellphone and started to search for the link. “Here, it\u2019s pretty good, haven\u2019t tried it myself yet though.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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“Ah, well…” \u00a0Hakuba watched Hattori as he loosened up, somewhat stunned at the change in atmosphere. That had been sudden. He still didn’t quite understand what had happened, but that hardly seemed to matter with things a little more light-hearted. The blonde managed a smile, faint blush on his cheeks, and he cleared his throat with a little cough. “Yes, I… I do love to cook, indeed. What’s the recipe for?”<\/p>\n

Immediate question answered, he thought back on the rest of what had been said. If he could commit those topics to memory – which he would – he could refer to them later on if things returned to a lull. He didn’t know all that much about kendo, and he preferred both soccer and basketball to baseball, though tennis was his favorite to play. Ellery Queen would only bring up a debate about Sherlock Holmes and… motorcycles? As much as he was interested, he didn’t want to establish\u00a0too<\/em> much in common between them.<\/p>\n

Though, the rest that he’d mentioned already gave them more shared traits than he’d expected. Interesting. This train of thought, however, came to a screeching halt as he considered what Heiji had said earlier, blinking once as the meaning behind it came into focus.<\/p>\n

“You… don’t need to dress up or anything, Hattori. Not that you don’t look handsome in a suit,” Hakuba said, brows knitting in concern as he reached a hand across the table for one of the Osakan’s – a sudden compulsion that he had no way to explain. “You do… look rather nice, I mean… but I dress this way for my own, personal reasons – because I\u00a0want<\/em> to, not because I expect everyone else to be so formal."\u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

motorcyclesandkatanas: Hattori blinked a few times, staring at the other teen. Hakuba was nervous. The great Hakuba Saguru, always so calm, always so certain, was nervous. It was as if someone had lifted a fog from the table. It started off as a small chuckle, something deeply hidden within his throat, and soon it rose […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[2752,2754,2753,2736,2735],"class_list":["post-3711","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-awwwwwww","tag-he-can-be-nice","tag-loooook","tag-love-week","tag-motorcyclesandkatanas"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/archive.gabapple.com\/tumblr\/whiteknighthakuba\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3711","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/archive.gabapple.com\/tumblr\/whiteknighthakuba\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/archive.gabapple.com\/tumblr\/whiteknighthakuba\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/archive.gabapple.com\/tumblr\/whiteknighthakuba\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/archive.gabapple.com\/tumblr\/whiteknighthakuba\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3711"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/archive.gabapple.com\/tumblr\/whiteknighthakuba\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3711\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/archive.gabapple.com\/tumblr\/whiteknighthakuba\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3711"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/archive.gabapple.com\/tumblr\/whiteknighthakuba\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3711"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/archive.gabapple.com\/tumblr\/whiteknighthakuba\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3711"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}