#questingwhitehorse

[duskgathers]

( 😊 @ kaito ) Just looking to get some peace and quiet in one of the less busy cafes at a reasonable jogging distance from his house, he orders his personal pot of matcha and heads toward his favorite table, only to find that there's a familiar silhouette taking one of the seats already. After a moment of deliberation he gives into morbid curiosity, striding over and settling down into the seat across from Kuroba.

     it’s habit at this point to glance towards the door when the shop’s bell chimes, and somehow kaito isn’t really surprised to see hakuba walking in. the café was quite a bit of distance from his own house ( used when blue parrot has quite a bit of afternoon customers, but kaito doesn’t quite feel like wearing his fukui yuzuki disguise ), but kaito remembers that it’s fairly close by to hakuba’s. 

     thinking that hakuba might go to a different table ( although, he wouldn’t be surprised if hakuba did notice him ), kaito continues to sip at his black coffee as he reads the news on his phone. when a shadow darkens over his table, and he hears a chair scraping on the ground as someone sits across from him, kaito nearly rolls his eyes. 

     still, rather than outwardly react, kaito feigns obliviousness as he continues to scroll through his phone, reading a news article about the name of japan’s next era, perhaps weirdly in english. 

[sirprizethief-blog]

questing-whitehorse liked your post : Pops out onto his patio. “…I’d kill for a make out...

Ah, wait, don’t just, why’d you look at him like that?!

“I-I didn’t mean that literally...!” Is he walking away?! WAIT, IS HE WALKING AWAY?!

[justamagictrick-blog]

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#1 What drink did the mun have last?

“Tea. Oolong loose leaf, to be exact, and before that, milk green tea. You drink too much tea, actually. Don’t you worry for your teeth? I have to admit that a strong, stringent tea does help the stomach to cope with greasy food, but you’re just drinking too much of that to be healthy. She can’t cope in the morning if she doesn’t have any.”

#11 What do you think of your mun’s style?

“Unvarying. She prefers skirts to pants. On a casual day, her attire could best be described as casual formal (a little more casual than formal but she’ll be prepared for most anything). I know she prefers skirts because they flare and she can do whatever she wants unhindered, but it really doesn’t mean you should start jumping around in your skirts and dresses at your age. You’re getting old, woman. Stop that. Most of her pieces are basic and versatile, and she likes to spruce up with pins and lightweight knitwear. If I stand next to her, she would probably resemble an older sister. Good on you for quitting stripes, Mono. They’re doing nothing for you. But I do love your pins, if not the scarves. Your scarves are ugly. Buy better ones.”

[sapphirexchild]

✉, ☀, ☼, ❀ ! sorry if you answered any or all of these already

RP POSITIVITY MEME!✉ Say something nice about someone you follow!☀ Have you ever joined a new fandom that you only discovered through RP?☼ Have you learned any new skills from being involved in RP (coding, editing, making GIFs, etc)?❀ What is your favorite thing about your current fandom or RP community?

@masterthicf is a fucking nerd.A nerd that I think is amazing, but a nerd nonetheless. They’re super good at coding and characterisation, and helping the reader really capture what their character is feeling. I love them.

Ah, well, kinda? I’m not really a huge person in fandoms in general unless I make an RP blog for them (See: DR and now DCMK), but again @masterthicf has kinda gotten me in Maple Story! My brother used to play it, but it’s Phantom that’s gotten me more enthused about it.

☼ is answered here!

Ah, uhm, maybe the interactive side? I find it kinda funny when something happens and we all comment on it. The part I like about it the most is how it’s just commentary, it doesn’t really change the actual rp at hand. It’s just super meta fourth wall stuff that is super entertaining on a bad day.

[moonlight-kaitou]

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[Send ¡ for my muse to call yours suddenly, panicked and possibly in pain.]

“…Damn it…dammit, dammit…!” How could this heist have gone south this fast? After all his careful preparation…

He simply hadn’t foreseen being forced into a corner like this- to be forced to fly away, even though the conditions weren’t right for gliding.

Hadn’t foreseen having his wings clipped by a stray bullet, to have crashed like this-

Hadn’t ever expected he would be desperately trying to hide from the police and the organization members- hoping beyond all else he wasn’t leaving a trail of blood for them to follow-

If either found him, it was all over. He’d managed to drag himself into a nearby park, hiding himself among the dense trees and bushes.

It would work for now. If he left like this, he’d be found immediately…but if he stayed, he’d bleed out in mere hours. The thief could sense the clock ticking down on his life.

With shaking hands, he pulled out his phone. Theclock on the display read [1:38 am]. Had it really been that long since the end of his heist…?

 Scrolling down his contact list, he found thenumber he had been searching for, and hit dial. The phone rang as he waitednervously. The tone sounded several times until it stopped abruptly.

“Jii-chan?” He barely dared to domore than whisper.

“Thecustomer you have dialed is unable to answer the phone at this time. Please try…-”

He tried the number again and again, buteach time, he was greeted by the phone’s cold monotone.

”…Dammit…pickup…“

He hadn’t told Jii about his heist. They weren’t expecting him to call…

He had nearly been about to throw the phone in sheer frustration-

-but stopped.

A few spaces down in his address book, belowKonosuke Jii and Nakamori Aoko, one name stood out.

[Saguru Hakuba]

The notion of asking Hakuba, of all people, for help was mortifying, not to even mentionthe million other issues doing this would bring up, but…

Ican’t believe I’m doing this…

His heart in his throat now, he hit dial,and heard the phone’s cold electronic tone in his ear. Each ring felt as though it lasted an eternity.

…once…

…twice…

… three times…

[pasturetime]

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[ !!! JADE!! HELL YES ]

[kiddo--sama]

☟

Send me ☟ for my muse to turn back into their younger self, with only the memories that lead up to that age.

      lost. he’s lost. and it’s weird because he’s in some building he doesn’t know, but he hasn’t left his house since ( his dad -- ) in two weeks. he doesn’t want to talk to anyone, doesn’t want to see anyone, so he just -- hides when people walk by. 

      it’s when he rushes into the boys’ bathroom to hide and sees a foreigner washing his hands that he knows that the jig is probably up. kaito’s eyes narrow, and he sees the hint of the japanese ancestry in the supposed foreigner’s face. so, probably a hafu, then. unlike kaito, who’s a quarter. 

      ( remember your pokerface. dad’s words, etched into his memory, and it hurts as much as the burns on his back does. maybe more. he won’t ever hear his dad speak again, and, no, thinking that is infinitely more painful ) 

      his lips widen into that familiar grin ( you have to keep smiling, make them underestimate you ), and he says, in japanese ( in case the guy couldn’t understand japanese, he could try french, and if not that, then the little bits of english he knows ), ‘ ne, ne, could you tell me where i am ? i’m lost ! ’

[shadowchildkaito]

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[txt] Isn’t it though?

Just because Kaito could sense the sarcasm, didn’t mean he had to respond to it.

[showalupin]

Sharing dessert / reading a book together?

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy:♛: Sharing a dessert♝: Reading a book together

“Oi, I think you can leave it at that. Holmes is dead, managed to take the biggest threat with him... seems like a nice end to me. I’m pretty sure I’ve read that the author didn’t want anything after that, anyway.”

Kaito sighed before taking a spoonful of strawberry parfait. Having something sweet did come as the plus to spending time learning about the stories multiple detectives were fans of, gotta say. 

Though... it wasn’t boring either, despite his words. As a thief (and probably his own personal preference in general), he’s not going to be a huge fan of the mystery and detective genres any time soon, but having someone who does enjoy them being the one to read them did make the stories sound more interesting than just the page’s words alone.

[krbkt]

sapphirexchild, questingwhitehorse, and whiteliesredeyes

“Grope @whiteliesredeyes, tease @questing-whitehorse and strip for @sapphirexchild. Easy.”

Just don’t ask her to explain.

[ibluesion-blog]

"Wait--when did you get that?"

MEME:“Woah, when did you get that?”

It’s an INNOCENT smile on her face as she twirls the pen around quickly in her hand, having ‘STOLEN’ it roughly two minutes ago. She had no intention of KEEPING it, of course. If anything, Aoko was simply TESTING her abilities when right under the detective’s nose.

Snapping the twirls to a STOP, she rests her thumb on the pen’s falcon ornament as she goes to speak.

“A little bit ago, actually. Aoko was wondering when you’d notice! This pen is SUPER CUTE, y’know?”

Only then does she offer the pen, but it’s more as if she’s an interviewer using it as a MICROPHONE, waiting for his response.

[sapphirexchild]

// eyes emoji let's make saguru feel flustered

Send “👀” to find my muse wearingnothing but an oversized shirt.

Now, what did surprise her was to see a detective this late at night. She wasn’t prepared for visitors, simply dressed in her oversized shirt and prepared to go to bed. There seems to be no fluster on her cheeks, however, not realising that Hakuba hasn’t seen her in such comfortable house-clothing.

❝ Hakuba-kun…? Is everything alright? ❞

[justamagictrick-blog]

@questing-whitehorse

When Kaito had made the decision to scale Hakuba’s front gate, it had been entirely impulsive, rash, ill-advised. He hadn’t planned on visiting, but Hakuba’s house had been on the way home, and Kaito had seen the warm light through  one of the second storey windows. He had recalled him saying something about his housekeeper being away for the moment, the reason he had given when his curious classmates had asked about his plain lunch. There’s no movement from the house when his feet hits the dirt ground. Kaito crouches immediately into the dark shadows that the walls provide him, holding his breath by habit - no flickering of lights, no sudden barking, no indication that anyone had taken notice. For the kind of work Hakuba’s family is in, they really should have a better security. Teenage detective son, alone at home for the weekend, relative of some murderer he convicted with a vengeance breaking and entering - Kaito makes his way carefully around to the back of the house, and lets go of the thread of thought as easily as it had come.

Scaling the wall wasn’t too difficult, and Kaito peers into a few rooms before he finally reaches what must be Hakuba’s bedroom. Slight movement, Kaito ducking back into the relative safety of darkness, out of the line of sight before easing closer, heart in his throat. What, now? He shifts his weight until he can grip on to the dusty ledge with one hand, the other sneaking into his back pocket for his phone. Peering in once more, he holds up his phone, camera lens pointed in towards the room and where he spots movement.

The bright flash takes even him by surprise - he doesn’t remember switching that on, but his phone had been malfunctioning this week. Still. Cover blown now, he hoists himself upwards with an easy grin, and hopes Hakuba doesn’t mistake him for a burglar and bash him on the head with a desk lamp or something. That would have been a miserable end to his exhausting day.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he says.

[curlybrxws-archive-blog]

❣;; @questing-whitehorse ( x )

He had gone back and forth from the table to the kitchen serving the younger man his drink after he had been seated, but it wasn’t until the owner of the place decided that something need to be said that Sanji finally spoke beyond asking him what he wanted to eat.

Little notepad in hand, the blond glanced wearily at the bird perched on the customer’s shoulder. It was an impressive bird, but no one had ever thought to bring one into their restaurant before. “You always bring that thing with you, or are you just trying to show off?”

[kiddo--sama]

☆ ⍟ 🌷 ☘

☆ what is their phone’s background?

In main verse, it’s a selfie of him and Fumi ( @inbloomings ) together while they were on a date. In all other verses, it’s a picture of his father in his stage outfit. 

⍟ any games on their phone? what kind? how often do they play?

Mm, he mainly has puzzle games; although, there are a few games that require quick reflexes as well. He doesn’t tend to play them that often, as he’d rather just shuffle a deck of cards if he was bored or work on magic tricks. He doesn’t often rely on his phone on entertainment – at least, not in regards to the game variety. 

🌷 what do they have in their wallet?

Identification card ( several, some hidden in secret pockets of his wallet ), cash, a card ( one of his mother’s, legally given to him ), and a few tricks.

☘ how many keys do they have? for what? do they have any key pendants?

Rather than keys, he carries around lock picks. The only “key” that he really has and uses is the key to Aoko’s house, given to him when he was in middle school ( so he could just come over whenever ). Rather than using a key to his place, he picks the lock instead. 

[thenightmarebyyourside]

questing-whitehorse:

♘ - -

   The investigation of the evening had brought him onto Spider’s trail again. He’d not realized he’d come so close, hadn’t realized he was right on top of Spider’s location (or rather, Spider right on top of him) until the voice manifested, and he whirled to face him. Throughout the trailing of the criminal, he’d been stifling coughs with all the effort he could muster, holding his breath when he needed to. It was no wonder Spider had managed to sneak up on him. He did his level best to hide his reaction, to look at him as if he’d expected the voice, carried the best guise of calm he could muster. He regarded the assassin coolly, quizzically.

               ❝You are the last person I would expect to have anything to say about my physical health,❞ he quipped, taking a subtle, graceful step backward, wanting to put space between them for the moment without seeming like he was intimidated.

- - ♘

“Really?” The man hummed, smirking, making no move to close the gap between them. “I think that says less of you than it does me, detective.”

At the very least, should know the assassin would be more observant than many others. Might not care, sure, but it almost felt like an insult to be the last person who might bring it up... Then again, it was hard to take the teen seriously, when bravado was about all he could do.

( Such as now. Stalking him was one thing, trying to do the same while dealing with other distractions is far more noticeable, and irritating for the person when they’re aware of being followed... )

“I assume that means you’re going to disregard what I say and follow me around when you’re unwanted regardless.” Not a question. Spider didn’t have a doubt in his mind that the detective would continue to go around behind him, whether he opted to say otherwise or not.