[fic] Takagi so cute. And Hakuba so dense.

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"You have the right to remain silent," Takagi started as he handcuffed the perpetrator. "If you do not-"

"Takagi?" Sato cut him off, her eyes wide with muted merriment.

He looked at her, confusion flickering across his face. "Yeah?"

"They're mute."

Takagi looked back at the perp, who looked like they were trying hard not to laugh, despite the seriousness of the situation and found himself turning slightly pink.

"Oh..."

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And this is why you should never EVER write ficcage while reading the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest Results
It's the contest for writing the worst opening sentance to an imaginary novel and they are GOOD. ^__^

thanks to Ysabet for the name.


"And you can..." The sharp loud retort from the British Detective was abruptly cut short as he realised that just about every eye in the class was riveted on him and the magician.

Kuroba grinned, his eyes fluttering almost flirtatiously in that annoying manner of his. "Yes?"

It was an old game. If Kuroba wasn't being chased by Aoko and her mop, and having her chase him around the room, He and Kuroba were trading snarky insults and barely veiled jabs.

Pushing each others buttons.

"... can just..."

See who would snap first.

"... just..."

Usually he did, much to his chagrin. Getting Kuroba to loose his cool was often like trying to melt a popsicle in the Antarctic, improbable, but possible with a little knowledge and some patience.

Kuroba's grin grew wider. "Just?"

"... just kiss my..."

He was aware that the entire class was now at the edge of their seats. He didn't usually raise his voice in their clashes of wills. However, when pushed beyond a certain point, certain -influences- became prominent in his vocabulary.

Such as his semi-frequent exposure to a rather displeased and vocal Nakamori, spending time with dock workers at the pub where he occasionally played billiards in London and the fact that you learned all the really good insults in Shakespeare class.

"... kiss my..."

Kuroba gave him a grin that just -promised- that what ever or where ever he named would probably be greeted by a part of his anatomy rather quickly, and he reigned in the rather childish urge use that rather extensive vocabulary like he had in the past.

Because as ashamedly eccentric as his vocabulary was, Kuroba's was much worse.

He narrowed his eyes at the silently laughing magician and clearly enunciated the next words. "Kiss. My. Hawk."

There was a slight pause as his words seemed to echo around the room like a distant bell in a valley before the snickers started up, drowning the silence like a handful of birds taking flight from the brush.

Then Kuroba's face split into a wide grin much like the moon illuminating the night sky from behind a thundercloud as he appeared to applaud the come back silently.

"Only if you kiss my dove first..."

-fin-


Think it's about time to go back thru the LJ and gather up all the snippets to post, haven't done that since early June and there are a bunch there... Heh.

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Many thanks to Jeff for helping me with it. Samuel - the RGB link is now fixed. ^^;; Sorry about the delay.