[fic] TGZ - Accidents and Incidents
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ickaimpha! Okay, a more comprehensive babble now that we're not just finally crashing to go to sleep.
Visited my old work yesterday, the Design Department of the Sign shop. Was glad to see everyone doing fairly well. ^__^ They're a good bunch of people.
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btailweaver, kosaginolegion, poe_nui, dogmatix_san and lazulisong, you should be getting something in the mail in the next day or so.
Today, we're heading down to San Diego to see the older of my two brothers and maybe a cousin. ^__^
Umm... the pic posted yesterday is just a random one, we wanted to do wings. Have 2 Black Cat pics scanned and waiting to be coloured, another Magic Kaito for the same and a BC/MK crossover pic to be scanned.
For some reason, all of our Black Cat pics, they either end up as chibies or furries. Dunno why.
Many thanks tolazulisong for letting us use several references to her fic Better than the Hedgehog". It was one of the first fics of hers we've ever read and remains a favourite.
Timeline: After the Holiday Fic, before Aoko comes to Visit.
Saguru wasn't talking to him.
No, that wasn't entirely right. Kaito could talk and the detective would answer in grunts and monosyllables, but that was it. Stupid bastard was sulking. Or pouting. One of the two.
It was not Kaito's fault. It was not and he refused to accept any blame for it.
It was that red-haired woman's fault. Either the one with the orange-y red hair that had directed them to the godforsaken house, or the pinkish-red haired devil inside, he didn't particular care which one. But it was all their fault.
The orange-y red headed woman for directing them towards the house to begin with. She seemed nice enough, if a little distracted, collecting papers she had graded after her case had burst open, scattering them everywhere.
He and Saguru had been in the area, looking into rumours about odd things happening in the area by people dressed in black. And like the well mannered idiots they were, they helped the damsel in distress collect her wayward papers and received directions from her as a grateful reward.
Which would have been absolutely -lovely- if the directions hadn't included them going through a BOG. If Kaito heard any sort of squelching sound any time in the near distant future, he was getting the hell out of that location. There were -things- in the squelch.
Then, they got to The House. It was a nice enough house, well maintained, a little out of the way, somewhat antiquated looking, but a nice enough house.
With the smiling creepy bastard at the door. Oh, sure. The bastard LOOKED like a nice, polite kid with an ever present creepy smile with fresh warm towels waiting for them at the door, but Kaito figured him out pretty quickly.
Just not quickly enough to avoid the pinkish-red haired one.
So while -Saguru- got to sit in the parlour with the creepy bastard and the kitty with wings that made snarky comments that Saguru responded to but never seemed to realise who was making them, Kaito got chased around by the pink one.
Nakuru, Naraku, Nataku, what ever her name was. All he knew was that she had somehow decided that he was a Nummy Treat. Or a Play Thing.
Only Kaito had quickly figured out that her definition of 'Play Thing' probably included something along the lines of black leather and a riding crop. Not a chance, not in hell, well, not with her in any case.
She had started innocently enough with off comments about needing a nice hot bath to get the bog off of him, with her there to help him.
Which lead to the Rubber Duckie Incident. That had been a pretty good sized clue right there.
And the Boa Incident. With the Feather Boa and the Boa Constrictor. Proving once and for all that Yes, Kaito really was that Flexible.
And then there had been the Incident with the Gravy Boat, the Chocolate Sauce and the Squid. The less said, the better.
The Ribbon Incident.
The Toilet Incident --which was partly Kaito's fault, he should have KNOWN that a locked door wouldn't serve to be much of a deterrent.
The Sugar Incident. Which was how he learned that the Cat-With-Wings-That-Didn't-Exist was allergic to sugar. Although he was still trying to convince himself that the laser beams out of the kitty's mouth were just his imagination. The scorched hairs on his head kept trying to convince him otherwise.
The Doujinshi Incident.
The Handcuff Incident --thank Kami-sama for lock picks and the knowledge to use them-- which lead to the Satin Sheet Incident.
But nothing, NOTHING could top the Hedgehog Incident. He was going to twitch spastically every time he saw one of those little pincushions for years to come, he just knew it.
And somehow, Saguru managed to walk in, glance over, stumble upon them at the Worst Possible Time. Every Single Damned Time.
Which was why Saguru was currently sulking. Kaito had -tried- to explain but it didn't seem to be getting through the thick stubborn blond's head. What was Kaito supposed to say anyway? He wasn't attracted to the pretty pinked haired girl that was suggestively draping herself across him because he liked Saguru?
Never mind the fact that Kaito was Saguru's -friend-, the Kaitou Kid was the one Saguru wanted. Not Kaito.
It would probably be a few days before Saguru calmed down enough to talk to him again, the half-briton tended to have a tendency to carry grudges. But it was easier to let the detective work it through his system than having a knock-out brawl or a screaming fight on the street.
Especially since they had some how acquired some mysterious shadows with butterfly wings trailing them. Which he'd really like to mention to mention to Saguru and get some feed back on.
This really wasn't his fault.
-fin-
Visited my old work yesterday, the Design Department of the Sign shop. Was glad to see everyone doing fairly well. ^__^ They're a good bunch of people.
btailweaver, kosaginolegion, poe_nui, dogmatix_san and lazulisong, you should be getting something in the mail in the next day or so.Today, we're heading down to San Diego to see the older of my two brothers and maybe a cousin. ^__^
Umm... the pic posted yesterday is just a random one, we wanted to do wings. Have 2 Black Cat pics scanned and waiting to be coloured, another Magic Kaito for the same and a BC/MK crossover pic to be scanned.
For some reason, all of our Black Cat pics, they either end up as chibies or furries. Dunno why.
Many thanks to
lazulisong for letting us use several references to her fic Better than the Hedgehog". It was one of the first fics of hers we've ever read and remains a favourite. Timeline: After the Holiday Fic, before Aoko comes to Visit.
Saguru wasn't talking to him.
No, that wasn't entirely right. Kaito could talk and the detective would answer in grunts and monosyllables, but that was it. Stupid bastard was sulking. Or pouting. One of the two.
It was not Kaito's fault. It was not and he refused to accept any blame for it.
It was that red-haired woman's fault. Either the one with the orange-y red hair that had directed them to the godforsaken house, or the pinkish-red haired devil inside, he didn't particular care which one. But it was all their fault.
The orange-y red headed woman for directing them towards the house to begin with. She seemed nice enough, if a little distracted, collecting papers she had graded after her case had burst open, scattering them everywhere.
He and Saguru had been in the area, looking into rumours about odd things happening in the area by people dressed in black. And like the well mannered idiots they were, they helped the damsel in distress collect her wayward papers and received directions from her as a grateful reward.
Which would have been absolutely -lovely- if the directions hadn't included them going through a BOG. If Kaito heard any sort of squelching sound any time in the near distant future, he was getting the hell out of that location. There were -things- in the squelch.
Then, they got to The House. It was a nice enough house, well maintained, a little out of the way, somewhat antiquated looking, but a nice enough house.
With the smiling creepy bastard at the door. Oh, sure. The bastard LOOKED like a nice, polite kid with an ever present creepy smile with fresh warm towels waiting for them at the door, but Kaito figured him out pretty quickly.
Just not quickly enough to avoid the pinkish-red haired one.
So while -Saguru- got to sit in the parlour with the creepy bastard and the kitty with wings that made snarky comments that Saguru responded to but never seemed to realise who was making them, Kaito got chased around by the pink one.
Nakuru, Naraku, Nataku, what ever her name was. All he knew was that she had somehow decided that he was a Nummy Treat. Or a Play Thing.
Only Kaito had quickly figured out that her definition of 'Play Thing' probably included something along the lines of black leather and a riding crop. Not a chance, not in hell, well, not with her in any case.
She had started innocently enough with off comments about needing a nice hot bath to get the bog off of him, with her there to help him.
Which lead to the Rubber Duckie Incident. That had been a pretty good sized clue right there.
And the Boa Incident. With the Feather Boa and the Boa Constrictor. Proving once and for all that Yes, Kaito really was that Flexible.
And then there had been the Incident with the Gravy Boat, the Chocolate Sauce and the Squid. The less said, the better.
The Ribbon Incident.
The Toilet Incident --which was partly Kaito's fault, he should have KNOWN that a locked door wouldn't serve to be much of a deterrent.
The Sugar Incident. Which was how he learned that the Cat-With-Wings-That-Didn't-Exist was allergic to sugar. Although he was still trying to convince himself that the laser beams out of the kitty's mouth were just his imagination. The scorched hairs on his head kept trying to convince him otherwise.
The Doujinshi Incident.
The Handcuff Incident --thank Kami-sama for lock picks and the knowledge to use them-- which lead to the Satin Sheet Incident.
But nothing, NOTHING could top the Hedgehog Incident. He was going to twitch spastically every time he saw one of those little pincushions for years to come, he just knew it.
And somehow, Saguru managed to walk in, glance over, stumble upon them at the Worst Possible Time. Every Single Damned Time.
Which was why Saguru was currently sulking. Kaito had -tried- to explain but it didn't seem to be getting through the thick stubborn blond's head. What was Kaito supposed to say anyway? He wasn't attracted to the pretty pinked haired girl that was suggestively draping herself across him because he liked Saguru?
Never mind the fact that Kaito was Saguru's -friend-, the Kaitou Kid was the one Saguru wanted. Not Kaito.
It would probably be a few days before Saguru calmed down enough to talk to him again, the half-briton tended to have a tendency to carry grudges. But it was easier to let the detective work it through his system than having a knock-out brawl or a screaming fight on the street.
Especially since they had some how acquired some mysterious shadows with butterfly wings trailing them. Which he'd really like to mention to mention to Saguru and get some feed back on.
This really wasn't his fault.
-fin-
