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[fic] TGZ: White Day
This'll prolly be made part of the Vegas Chapter.
... or not... ^_______^
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They were doing their laundry in Las Vegas. Actually, they did it more often than that, sometimes in a hotel sink if need be. But the Laundromat in Vegas was memorable because had something that most other Laundromats didn't. Besides the slot machines.
Namely quite a few Elvis discussing their latest trip to Graceland, like Medieval Pilgrims to a holy site, some Roswell Grey Aliens who were keeping to themselves and some kids looking for 'Shaman Fight'. Although one of the guys hanging out with the Elvises... Elvii... one of the guys comparing pompadours appeared to be travelling with the kids.
The kids had glowy things that hovered around them when Kaito looked at them out of the corner of his eye. He decided it was better to ignore it and the conversations they were having as none of his business. He'd learned that much from the books he'd read in England. Leave the glowly things alone and they generally left you alone.
Just like the Hellmouth that lived in the third washer from the left that supposedly ate more than left socks. Koizumi had warned them about that before they had come down to do their laundry. She had offered to have their laundry done in the Casino's but they'd declined, they'd gotten used to it as a sort place to be away from people, since they usually kept odd hours and went when the twenty-four hour places were empty.
And the fact that they generally had to carefully de-bug their clothing and always missed something. And explaining half the stuff that was in his pockets on a general day was practically impossible. He still couldn't completely explain where the rubber body parts came from.
Saguru was folding the clothing, because Kaito never could do it neatly enough to the Half-Brit's standards. Which was fine with Kaito, it meant that he didn't have to fold anything. But he quickly set a few things aside as he pulled the still slightly damp clothing from the large industrial drying machine and folded them on the sly.
"Happy White Day." He announced, handing Saguru a stack of cleanly folded white underwear and a few plain white handkerchiefs.
Saguru stared for a moment. "You're giving me underwear?"
"New." Kaito agreed with a small shrug. "We both needed some." He'd bought them while Saguru had been distracted by Koizumi. His would probably be dyed some funny colour the next time he saw them, through no fault of theirs. It was just the way things worked.
"So..." Saguru said slowly, a small smirk --closer to a leer, really-- growing across his face. "For White Day, I get into your underpants?"
"Uhh..." Kaito stared back. That wasn't quite what he had intended when he'd gotten them, they had just needed some new under clothes. And the opportunity for a joke.
Saguru quickly glanced around before picking up Kaito's hand and pressed a kiss to the inside of Kaito's wrist, like he had often done during Kid's late night visits to the Hakuba household in Ekoda. "Happy White Day." Saguru grinned.
Kaito blushed a moment before grinning back. "You're such a romantic." He said fondly.
Saguru ducked his head almost shyly, returning his attention to folding a few articles of clothing. Kaito glanced around, making sure that everyone's attention wasn't on them before bumping Saguru with a hip. "Better turn that romantic streak to figuring out what to get Koizumi for White Day."
The detective's pleasant expression faded into muted panic before being replaced by calculation. "I think I read that there's an Ethel M Chocolates factory around here somewhere..."
"They're probably closed for the night." Kaito mused, pointing to the clock.
Saguru's grin returned. "But that's what we have a pet Kaitou for, right?"
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Ethel M Chocolates. You can tour the factory and get free samples. Yum!
... or not... ^_______^
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They were doing their laundry in Las Vegas. Actually, they did it more often than that, sometimes in a hotel sink if need be. But the Laundromat in Vegas was memorable because had something that most other Laundromats didn't. Besides the slot machines.
Namely quite a few Elvis discussing their latest trip to Graceland, like Medieval Pilgrims to a holy site, some Roswell Grey Aliens who were keeping to themselves and some kids looking for 'Shaman Fight'. Although one of the guys hanging out with the Elvises... Elvii... one of the guys comparing pompadours appeared to be travelling with the kids.
The kids had glowy things that hovered around them when Kaito looked at them out of the corner of his eye. He decided it was better to ignore it and the conversations they were having as none of his business. He'd learned that much from the books he'd read in England. Leave the glowly things alone and they generally left you alone.
Just like the Hellmouth that lived in the third washer from the left that supposedly ate more than left socks. Koizumi had warned them about that before they had come down to do their laundry. She had offered to have their laundry done in the Casino's but they'd declined, they'd gotten used to it as a sort place to be away from people, since they usually kept odd hours and went when the twenty-four hour places were empty.
And the fact that they generally had to carefully de-bug their clothing and always missed something. And explaining half the stuff that was in his pockets on a general day was practically impossible. He still couldn't completely explain where the rubber body parts came from.
Saguru was folding the clothing, because Kaito never could do it neatly enough to the Half-Brit's standards. Which was fine with Kaito, it meant that he didn't have to fold anything. But he quickly set a few things aside as he pulled the still slightly damp clothing from the large industrial drying machine and folded them on the sly.
"Happy White Day." He announced, handing Saguru a stack of cleanly folded white underwear and a few plain white handkerchiefs.
Saguru stared for a moment. "You're giving me underwear?"
"New." Kaito agreed with a small shrug. "We both needed some." He'd bought them while Saguru had been distracted by Koizumi. His would probably be dyed some funny colour the next time he saw them, through no fault of theirs. It was just the way things worked.
"So..." Saguru said slowly, a small smirk --closer to a leer, really-- growing across his face. "For White Day, I get into your underpants?"
"Uhh..." Kaito stared back. That wasn't quite what he had intended when he'd gotten them, they had just needed some new under clothes. And the opportunity for a joke.
Saguru quickly glanced around before picking up Kaito's hand and pressed a kiss to the inside of Kaito's wrist, like he had often done during Kid's late night visits to the Hakuba household in Ekoda. "Happy White Day." Saguru grinned.
Kaito blushed a moment before grinning back. "You're such a romantic." He said fondly.
Saguru ducked his head almost shyly, returning his attention to folding a few articles of clothing. Kaito glanced around, making sure that everyone's attention wasn't on them before bumping Saguru with a hip. "Better turn that romantic streak to figuring out what to get Koizumi for White Day."
The detective's pleasant expression faded into muted panic before being replaced by calculation. "I think I read that there's an Ethel M Chocolates factory around here somewhere..."
"They're probably closed for the night." Kaito mused, pointing to the clock.
Saguru's grin returned. "But that's what we have a pet Kaitou for, right?"
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Ethel M Chocolates. You can tour the factory and get free samples. Yum!
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WINNAR FOR THE SUBTLE X-OVER! XDDD
Yes, Saguru...that's EXACTLY what the pet kaitou is for...and nice flexible body...that's always a plus...good hands...flexible body--POLE DANCING! *mind just keeps spiralling further and further*
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Koizumi would make him too.
Geh *swats away plunnies* We've already agreed to a lemonish for Vegas, don't need that mental pic too!
The Elvis were Ysabet's idea (And evidently the pural of 'Elvis' is 'Elvii') but somehow the Hellhole just fit. And explains where all those missing socks come from. ^__^
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...the plural of Elvis is Elvii...WHY? O_o? XDDD It does explain it~!
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Gods... okay... pole dancing is working it's way in, but not with lemonish. They're working on the barter scale for room and board. ~_^
er... in an non-perverted way. Really. Maybe. Shut up, Koizumi.
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YES! POLE-DANCING KAITO! *cheers!*
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*glances around*
*grumbles*
Hate you lots.
Someone must do a picture of this. Probably with him wearing leather pants. Just Because.