Saguru Hakuba (
clockmaster) wrote2009-01-31 04:40 pm
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[Open rl - FEEL FREE TO VISIT] backdated to the 27
His father was talking about something or other. He would usually be paying attention, yet there were times when he did get lost in his thoughts, today was one of those days. He was lost in his thoughts looking to Aoko on the other side of the room sleeping in the bed, even if he was as tired as her, Hakuba was fully awake and couldn't sleep at all.
Kenji stopped talking realizing that he wasn’t paying attention. The silence however brought Hakuba back to reality and he was ready to apologize, but his father smiled and stood up. Kenji kissed his bandaged forehead carefully and murmured something about the case. The guards on the door of their room saluted his father as he went out to attend the paperwork as fast as possible.
Hakuba looked at the ceiling, careful not to move his broken arm much, and sighed.
Kenji stopped talking realizing that he wasn’t paying attention. The silence however brought Hakuba back to reality and he was ready to apologize, but his father smiled and stood up. Kenji kissed his bandaged forehead carefully and murmured something about the case. The guards on the door of their room saluted his father as he went out to attend the paperwork as fast as possible.
Hakuba looked at the ceiling, careful not to move his broken arm much, and sighed.

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Eyes, almost popping out of his sockets in surpise; "You don't know how to disarm a bomb?!"
Smart was rather surpised, either that or they both tied up somehow.
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Pausing, "Well, it would had been worse." Max said reassuring.
Then adding, "Of course I do. After all. We are trained in these things." Max leaned real close to Hakuba as he finished that sentence.
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"I need more training, I guess." Hakuba's 's expression softened and he smiled to him. "You're a man of many talents, Max."
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Smart nodded, "Apartment '86'."
(Its in so unnamed apartment building, somewhere near HQ, so say he gave him the details?)
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"Nice number, you chose it?"
(ok! <3)
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"No, it was just by chance." Smart paused and thought about the hint of irony, his beady eyes looking shocked.
(Should I set up the RL?)
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(ooc. yes please ^^')
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"Thank you." Giving a winning smile
(The number '86' comes from a bar term a guy would yell out, '86, he's had enough!' And here's the RL (http://agent-86-smart.livejournal.com/5741.html) ~ Looks of LOL ensured :D)
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(Oh I didn't know that, thanks ^^ <3 )
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"Ahhh. No, it doesn't. But you're not bad grass."
(Thats my excuse for all those posts to the plot being locked from Max >:)
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"Thanks.."
(sorry about that ^^')
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"Do people like us, really have a lot of real friends?" Max questioned him
Nodding Max, responded, "Don't worry. I understand."
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"That's a really interesting question..guess that some good ones at least." He bit his lower lip, feeling a wave of affectionate amusement, Max made him think of his father sometimes. "next time I will tell you if I'm goin to be kidnapped."
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He paused; "And try not to get yourself kidnapped again."
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